He sees the ache that the world is about.
Guarded but still believing he'll find the love that is meant for him.
The son of a woman, who carried him on her shoulders. The son of a woman that never lost her strength. He is the son of a mother. A mother who did it all by herself when the world turned it's back on her.
Respecting of the women who protects all that she built. Sympathetic to the woman who is made to feel smaller than she really is.
Sweet soul inside that can be seen through his eyes. Love that can be felt as his heart beats to a certain beat of the song of a fighter's son.
I respect the son with traits that are worthwhile, who never let's the ache of the world tear him town.
He is a knight protecting the Queen one day he will rule over a kingdom as swiftly and beautifully as his mother ran her kingdom.
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Short Pieces Of Writing
RandomA bunch of my writing. Makes no sense to me at all why I continue to write when all this makes no sense to me!!
