When
There was one day where I sat and played
that I was in a war, I was the savior
who faced all the men down valiantly.
I always won. I thought it might have been fun
to watch the skies burn when it was my turn
to fire my guns and watch them run.
That was years ago and know that I'm older I know
it's not all fun and games, these people have homes and names
that mean something to their family. But
those games I played have still with me stayed
and will always be a part of me.
But I still can't find it in me cry when they die.
My friends are around me but even now I see
that why we stay together is not easy to say;
we're all so the same that it seems strange
that even after this we're still together.
You'd think we'd want to move apart but we can't
seem to go away, we've been through so much pain
we don't think of separating anymore.
Each moment is a memory of what happened to me
and sometimes it pains to remember the days,
and I feel deep down I will never forget.
When the trees are thick with green
and no blood is to be shed,
perhaps there at least is a type of peace
I could find if I looked hard.
And the days go on and somehow I know
That I'll be able to see,
another day, a way
to survive.
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Just the next entry in my Gundam poem series, except this one took forever. It's Trowa's, by the way. I like how the mood turned out- dark but kind of hopeful, which I think is what he is like. Most people have him angsty as anything, but I think he really isn't. Anyway, I think the poem isn't too bad... if you agree, review. If you don't, review. ^-^ Please?
And don't forget- Anata wa ciizu jyanai desu! You get a cookie if you remember that =) Unless, of course, you are.