My eyes searched for a glimpse of you,
only to see the blood spread on your chest,
reminding me of how I failed saving you.
It wasn't death, it wasn't a gunshot.
It was a heartbreak.
You and I,
I'm a veteran and you're pure,
Your canvases are yet to be painted with colours,
Colours that will brighten your eyes.
And would wiped your frown away.
I'm sorry,
I would go through the pain again just
to make you free from it,
but I stood there,
Only to watch you squirm in pain.
All I can do was to watch you,
Screaming for help with your eyes.
While I faked my smile,
Pretending to be alright,
Ignoring you.
I'm sorry.
I am sorry.
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