Love is war and war is love
Like crooked kingdoms and heaven's above
Tragic, yet beautiful
Temporary, but the memories being fruitful
Of those who went to war
And those who fell in love
Either way, they both have to go,
Go somewhere far
To the heaven's above
Or to their crooked kingdom of a heart
Either way
They all fall apart
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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