Missing In Action

This mortal wound I carry inside

It all started once she lied

The phantom of love that cried

Stripping you of all your pride,

How can one forever be denied?

Some of us take wounds in stride

Can’t give up until you’ve tried

Swept up in an emotional landslide,

Waiting for new love to stem the tide

Already been a rough painful ride

Something about being tossed aside

This cratered airfield where I reside,

Engines are shot out I can only glide

Landing gear’s gone maybe I can slide

If I get captured there’s always cyanide

Still got this revolver the armory provides,

Bullet holes through my cockpit glass

I thought she would be such a fine lass

But now that all has come to pass

The impact may be on tarmac instead of grass,

Already a POW of the heart

Never realized the consequences from the start

Crash landed already right from the start

Used to think I was debonair and smart,

The jungle will tear my aircraft apart

The bullet holes were like Cupid’s darts

Lost the battle in the war of the heart

Missing in action and off the charts.