Daniel McCann

(18/09/1991 / Manchester)

Your love is a war


You embraced me
and held these cold hands
you faced me
when I felt I was so distant
with you I was lost
in unfamiliar land
you came then ran
like the war in Vietnam.

Your love is a war, your love is a war
a war which I don't miss any more.

You left
I didnt know why you was leavin
burnt from napalm
you didnt need a reason
you dropped an atomic
before I could resign
blown a hole in my heart
yet you seem fine

Your love is a war, your love is a war
a war which I don't miss any more.

You aided me with utility
away you went
leaving me alone
fighting in this trench
they dont take prisoners
so when they come
be loyal, grant me mercy
and use your gun.

Submitted: Thursday, April 28, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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