When Giving Up Is The Option

Let down your walls,
Or at least open the gate,
Will you see the good in my eyes?
My heart.
My soul.
Struggle I may,
Fight I must.
Empires burning,
That were built on trust.




I use my white flag,
Please stop,


I wear these left over scars with pride,
If I could I would so maybe I should-
Prove a point that will be misunderstood-
On my knee's again for you,
My hands conceal the waterfall of my eyes,
For you.
I leave the gate,
As the empire is in rubble,
Now just smoke but let the ember reamin
Anger, frusration of emoionts I cannot tame.


Im waving my white flag.
Please stop.





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