Dear Jane
Dear John was not what I came to be
It’s a Dear Jane sent to me overseas
As if duty isn’t calling and I have the time to read
It’s only five words that have been written to me
“I love you, I’m sorry,” seems like empty narration
When I’m fighting here for both my country and my nation
Like a bullet piercing through an emptied hollow chest
The pain I feel from the wound lies beneath my Kevlar vest
Words escape my mind and I feel my heartbeat drop
As if my artery is spurting and my blood will not clot
It’s not enough to finish me despite the deadly blow
No matter how much I think I’ll die here all alone
I'll dig my fingers in and I'll fight it every breath
The blackness will not take me this will not be my death
Five years, five words, is that all that I’m worth?
One word a year will be my enduring curse
Love can’t stop a bullet but it can make you bleed
Now I finally realize I’m the only one I need
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