Arrows were raining down on me,
And I just stood there, ready.
You came in front of me however,
a shield just waiting to be used.
The weapons that were meant for me,
were now stained by your blood.
A smile graced your fallen body,
a beautiful reminder,
of what you had once been.
But that did nothing to calm my heart,
as I prayed to start over again.
-A
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When the Mind Wanders
Poetry"Just words extracted from the depths of the my heart and from the corners of my mind."
