They said they are knights but they talked more than they fought
They fled when I needed a real knights to save me from the blues
I needed no sharp sword nor a delicate shield
But a mind to stay in, while I fought to lose
Don't come to me knocking after I packed all hope and locked all the windows and chained every door
unless you're willing to spend your life and effort on breaking these walls
YOU ARE READING
Battlefield
PoesiaHe is a color blind knight from the city of doom, Interested in flowers and me. Could I be more charmed, no I could not.
