Blinking in and out of consciousness, I pull my body back to your arms to rest peacefully within your protective hold. With every moment being that of fluttering pain coving my flesh, I cry and sob into the shoulder you offer for comfort. Dancing over my skin are black and blues with slashed red rivers crawling with blood and ache for healing. Your kiss covers those wounds bringing sweet peace to the throbbing angers the wounds spilled out, healing it within seconds. Revived and ready to fight again, you send me off to battle with charms and wishes for luck as you lay broken under the pressure of our world. For you I will fight. For you I will win.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
