I thought I have my armor ready.
Shields, bombs and ammunation shining.
I thought I was ready to fight.
With hand to hand combat learned.
I thought I was ready to gamble.
Put all my chips and cards down.
But the moment I saw that little spot.
That's long been avoided.
I suddenly had the urge to step back.
To stop.
I wasn't ready at all.
I can't fight for love.
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
