I’ve got 200 toy soldiers,
to come and rescue you.
I’ve arranged and tipped God,
to show the best moon.
The feats is prepared,
and the roses are painted.
but the soldiers must be fed,
and the queen has just fainted.
Tommorrow, and I am the only one still waiting.
Swaying in my best suit under the worst sun.
Staring at the flat horizon- concentrating.
Because whilst I’m still breathing- you still might come.
A rainbow grew through me,
generations of ladybirds loved and lost.
You came as i was on my knees,
and cried to my last cough.
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