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Poetry ~ "I Never Wanted A War" / Chelsea Stawicki


I once heard your heart drumming, 

The next thing I knew it stopped soaring,

Soon I realized that it is waiting,

Or that it is slowly dying.




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Is there really something I can do?

To make this come true?


All because I once held your heart,

For so long that it felt like we couldn't be torn apart,

Open your eyes and tell me if we can restart?

Or crush that heart and smear it into art?


Love felt like it was all a lie,

Just tell me that we can still fly,

If not...


This heart of mine was once your's as well,

Because you weren't the only one who fell,

When I sing it is a beautiful bell,

But when we see each other it seems to destine into hell.


What makes it so different to you?

All I see is a world so blue.

Can't tell if we are still angels but we still grew.

Loosing all faith that I gave to you.


As soon as we fall apart,

Everything we once loved is thrown like darts.

Piercing everything and everyone's soul as we depart,

Only met of what comes next for the chapter to part.


Our wings fade away,

Our halos decay,

Our magic is fated to gray...

To the last thing that we all wanted is slayed.


One last touch as we die,

One last smile until we cry.

One last word into silence,

That we promise to never give into violence.


I may be an angel of love,

Even if it means I can no longer fly above.


I'd rather give up my feelings,

No matter if I needed healing,

As I am bleeding,

Sometimes I'm still breathing,

To the sorrow of how I am still dreaming.


All because I never wanted you to hurt yourself anymore,

I swore,

I don't want to cause another war...


Without me...

Maybe it's the best.


Without me...

Maybe it's good.


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Not all angels are soldiers of God...


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We are more than being soldiers for ourselves...


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What if... angels just doesn't want to fly forever?


No matter if it is only one roar,

Forevermore...


I'd rather speak for others than for myself.


No matter if we don't feel anything anymore,

We are all more than enough.


...


A new chapter or something better.


You don't have to hide yourself no more.


Just cry and smile.


You'll find yourself someday.


We all will.



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