Stories and Dust

I feel like a shell shocked soldier
Every time I talk to you it’s like reliving the heart of the battle
Though it ended years ago
And I still feel like our souls are locked together
And although we are miles apart we’re only seconds away from making love or making war
‘Cause when our voices intertwine through satellite
It generates a passion that has to sit on a certain side of the spectrum
So we either take our clothes off or take our guns up
Either way I’ll be left wounded
This heart breaks sooner than my pride, but both are too fragile to gamble
All’s fair in war, but nothings fair in love
When you’re taken from the defensive to the most innocent of states with a simple kiss
This kiss tore down the walls I’d built for people like you
And this pen wasn’t prepared for the damage you’d do
To my walls when they were crumbling
I figured your kiss would teach me a new way to breathe
But I couldn’t taste the blood on your lips and the lies in your teeth
Now I’m left with battle scars like novels that I don’t want to explain
And memories like ghost that haunt all my dreams
Keeping me awake at night
And I pray that God will reinvent me into a man that’s forgotten the meaning of pain
I’m not bitter I swear, but I had a dream last night you murdered me in cold blood
And my soul couldn’t descend to heaven or hell ‘cause there was a piece of it missing
Lost in the infidelic battle that we fought in the dark
Laying on the ground by my bed
Whispering sweet lies and lullabies
We were asked to protest a war
While waging our own behind closed doors
I felt like a sadist telling you to make war instead of love
But at least the battle leaves me dignified with stories to tell
Instead of broken inside with wounds that can’t heal
So I stop the empty protest and trade them for apathy; asking you
Will it be love or war this time?
I’m like a child who is scared of both
Wishing we could talk before our passions collide
Like shooting stars in the sky
And girl I think we’re too delicate to burn this brightly
But we’re too passionate to fade to memories pictures won’t do justice to
So I’m afraid we will burn ourselves into legends; ashes to ashes
Till there’s nothing left but stories and dust
And tales will be told of love soldiers like us