It’s not my duty

It’s not my duty to love you
Only soldiers think like that

Love is not achieved with orders
It is not mastered by anger

Love appears like the summer mist
Out of the breath that you breathe

Love collects your broken soul
And welds you to another

love that obeys orders I feel is going to be let down because orders are often imperfect.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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