General, This Tank Needs More Missiles!!

I still see your smile through it all The nights spent alone when your touch became mine The silly times spent in between where the world itself echoed our laughter Times that crooned to the sounds that went soundless Words that were said without restraint I never forgot our promise as time saw otherwise Decisions made in haste The hands that became reckless in the essence that pleasure could bare no more The moments were so young then Were my hands not strong enough Did my voice dare break in the times you sulk shelter Those words, and those alone Began to vocalize the depth of the world that ached around me Vividly