Heart at War

June 10, 2008
Dead bodies everywhere,
Disfigured from mutilation.
Spies caught and stripped bare,
Tortured for information.

All throughout the forest,
through blood and limbs galore,
Somewhere lies my sweet paramore
The only one that I adore.

Why was he chosen to fight?
For someone who does't care?
Surely there are worse things than death.

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SaraB. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 7, 2009 at 9:25 pm
That was awesome. But I think you meant 'paramour' (secret lover) instead of 'paramore'(a band). Loved it anyway!
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