Things you want but can't have

You wrote things down and they danced to your tearsClapped at your pain and marveled at your fears.All because the beat banged.And these hands have seen wars most soldiers would gauge they eyes out to forget.Blood trickling into every inch of skin childrens screams are the soundtracks to their footsteps...Remember when they told us that the end goal of war was peace.Blasphemy!But as the preacher says his speech the politician lines his pockets with livelihood, futures and dreams, prayers and wishes and goes to a casino to gamble the things his followers want most.I died in tired arms last night. Arms that couldn't hold my dying, shivering carcass in place any more.He criedHe told me that he knew he fucked upI told him life never pulls out and unplanned pregnancies are the name of its game so here you are...Take a new soul to forget the fact that the sun will kiss her now when you can't and you have to be okay with that.Let her blossom and maybe, just maybe her map will have your arms circled as the place she calls home when she wishes to return.Sleep is where you will recover.Who are they to judge?