The cage called heart

It feels a bit empty,
the cage called heart ...
I need to have something to fill in
Come and end it all,
you american soldier
Ride the army jets,
shed some blood
I don't mind,
I don't care,
If it's you who ends this life of mine.

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Anonymous said...

I really want to criticize you. Can I, if I cant find a fault? This is pefect.
You dont care about my comments in other poems, this one surpasses the 'WHO' which was my favourite.

Othersideblue said...

I care about EVERY comment.
Thank you!