Drop your wings, Love.
Because where you’re going
You won’t need them.
They’ll be a bigger burden
To try
And keep them
Pure
White
Trimmed
Perfect.
I won’t hold you
(Accountable for keeping
My heart in tact)
While you’re battling the bullets
Constantly streaming
By your precious eyes.
I just pray
God forgive your war torn soul
(again)
And your unavoidable sins.
I’ll try
To patch the new holes in your heart
(And continue to work on the old ones)
When you return
To your wings,
If your love for me
Still bursts from your chest
As it is
In this moment of…
reluctant goodbye.
It pains me
That this one hug…
Is the only one you’ll remember
me by for the next two years.
I’m trying to make it a good one
But I’m weak
From the knowledge
That my soldier
Is going (back) to war.
So drop your wings, Love.
I’ll be here when you return.
Copyright 2005 A Soldiers Girl
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