An army of tears march upon my happiness.
WAR, you say?
I'm beaten down, surrounded,
retreat is not an option.
I raise the white flag, overwhelmed by the enemy.
You may have captured me today,
..... but I'll never talk.
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Author:
Poeticpayne (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Exactly right!
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