You and me –us- we were born in times of war.
You found me on a bloody battlefield, barefoot and crazy,
Laughing in the face of hurricanes,
Cursing the tragedy of falling too deep, too quick, too much!
I took your hand, –asked for your heart- I saw you trembling.
My dear, don’t love me if you’re so afraid of pain!
You and me –us– we survived winters and wolves.
My scars grew heavier, yes…I was bitten!
And being wild became my only nature, oh, my love…
You redefined sweetness for me, in terms of burning flames and fire!
When it was love, –your love– my only source of heat.
Darling, don’t love me if your soul is frozen to the grounds!
You and me -us- we killed each other on a battlefield.
Victims of evil shadows, we thought we’re fighting loneliness
And, yet, your knife tore me apart…
You broke me just to drown into my tears?
Aren’t we silly? You and me?
My love…don’t love me if you’re meant to kill my dreams!
Now don’t be sad, you’ll be in all my poems,
When lonely nights remind me of my loss.
See, you and me –us– were never meant to be heroes
In this war between heart and mind.
I’ll always wonder how it would feel to have someone fighting for me
-against all fears and inner demons-
-against all odds-
Don’t love me…if you’re not a warrior.
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