Poezja

the memory of you with me
is driving me up the wall
a flashback
taunting me of what we had
but what will never be
your smell somehow lingers faintly
in my mind’s book
your blue eyes penetrating
right through my soul
haunting me to take another look
but those deep soulful eyes
will forever further elude me
for you can no longer see
 
action was what you wanted
and off to war you went
action made you feel at home
it claimed you for itself
not letting go
you went way to young
never to return
K.I.A is what they said
when you finally made your way back home…