Proxy wars

The waging of wars for affection.
Fought over devotion by proxy in notions.

With scars from battles lost.
Making perfect lines for loving fingers to trace.

Those that tasted defeat.
Will always be the sweetest lips ever kissed.

So to all wounded hearts.
Who’ve gained that which was not easily won.

In victory their promise.
Of a war they will never have to fight again.

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