My body is shaking, but my mind is a still,
That’s liquified razors and turned them to will.
I won’t watch another, your casualty lie,
As broken, begotten and fragile as I,
Used to be.
Find better words for me than what in the weak,
Shall bring strength into armor and bloodshed I seek.
Hold these words dearly; I’ll find the dagger,
That will lay you to rest right where you drag her,
And I.
You told me I’m worthless and would never survive,
But I’ve died and reborn the warrior’s revive.
This war that you’ve started on seminal lives,
Is the one you will lose as my sword hand contrives,
Fortunes death.
I ask of the family that says that they love me,
Though blood is not something we happen to be.
When I lay down this life in order to save them,
Would you be there to love and cherish this gem,
That I died for?
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Shattered Amour Propre
PoetryThis is a collection of some of the poems from my book, Shattered Amour Propre. There are a variety of formats made out of raw emotion. Come get stabbed in the heart, collect pollen from the flowers for a smile, and cry about the tragedies that have...
