On the back burner,
I can’t hold on,
The war not over,
The battlefield have been drawn.
When we’ve loved,
There is only war left.
Passionate about the crime we’ve just committed.
The hourglass has been turned,
Discuss when the time has passed.
When the blood been spoilt,
When there is no love left in the tank,
We have only ourselves to blame.
Brought on by jealously,
Never having enough time in the day.
In love we’ve defeated ourselves.

Joseph Tanner

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-16/