Shield
I got a shield.
It's made of pure gold.
It shines like the sun.
But it's not strong.
The smallest things can break the shield and when it doesn't stop, it breaks apart.
So give it some rest.
So I can fix it
And it can begin again.
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Broken Stories
PoesiaThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
