Sometimes I wonder, what secret does your armour hold.
Whatever I do it would never shatter like my armour,
My armour, with bits of gold and chains of silver, while yours was a rusted old one that has been used.
My heart was shattered easily and forgotten, but what is the reason for you to do that.
My answer?
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Your heart, and your mind.
Your heart desired that I would fail in every move you make.
While your mind planned the different obstacles that I should conquer.
There I only knew that only a heart made of gold can never be broken into pieces.
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Late At Love :On-going
PoetryHighest rank achieved #11 in Arrows for the date July 28 2018. Ongoing story... Each chapter added in a random date.. Why should we wait, even though love comes, Why is it hard to take in the pain, Why is everything so different from now, Let's...
