Once I was but a toy soldier,
eyes front
slow march
into your abyss
without even a bayonet,
to puncture your stories
or burst your bubble
so you flew away
it would've been much better
to love you,
than clip your wing,
that you would need me
but I was never that candid,
that is my forte
but I miss
those violets that adorn your skin
I was previously drafted
into the unarmed forces
but I ran away
and stole a gun
shot and buried you,
in the sun
and i miss you,
classic me