13/08/2015

Gladiator Girl

This is an old poem (circa 2007) I was thinking about for no particular reason today. I was never sure about the title but nothing else seems to fit. 



And the battle we fight

Is the battle we choose
You can’t win
And I can’t lose
So where do we go from here
I don’t know but baby
It’s more of the same
The games I’ve played
Only conclude
Love never learns

Ballad on the moors
Purple heather
Growing by the door
Sweeping winds
Across the stones
Of monuments and
The ruins are written
In the bones
Of those long past
Battles I’ve worn
And I’m sorry for the scars
When I turned it into a fight
But baby, it’s my right.

And the battle we fight
Is the battle we choose
You can’t win
And I can’t lose
So where do we go from here
I don’t know but baby
It’s more of the same
The games I’ve played
Only conclude
Love never learns

Stretch the ropes
To sail
And swing the hopes
Of sweeping winds
Across the skies
Oars to the shore
I’ll be washed up at your door
Bearing fruits from other lands
Salt water stains on my hands
And I know the name
Given to me by right
So why do we fight?
Love never learns

Can only make it rhyme
The keyboard
Is the place and time
And the words are still
True today
Story unfolding like a fight
Drawing up my battle lines
Darling, it’s my right
And the battle we fight
Is the battle we choose
You can’t win
And I can’t lose
So where do we go from here
I don’t know but baby
It’s more of the same
The games I’ve played
Only conclude
Love never learns


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