all this ache has made me tender
and for all the marks
you left upon my soul
I wanted to hurt you
but the bitter irony
is I couldn’t stomach it
I know the aftermath of war
too well to wage it on you
© the inkwell poetry
you left upon my soul
I wanted to hurt you
but the bitter irony
is I couldn’t stomach it
I know the aftermath of war
too well to wage it on you
© the inkwell poetry