A Soldiers Pain
The soldier sits bloodied in his cell,
Knowing if he tells the U.S. will go to hell.
As sweat and blood drip down his face,
He’s wishing for that better place.
Love Is Like
Love is like your soul it never has a visible form.
you cherish it like your life.
Love is like space it never has an end and you can
explore for ages and never find a way to the other side.
For what do I owe this pleasure bound,
For sure you have hunted me like a hound.
Thou hast come at a late hour, odd;
Thou hast presented me with a flower.
He was bad at everything,
no school no sports not even singing.
But one day he had to make a decision,
to stay or leave the world he lived in.