It's hard to ignore the desire,
But somehow I succeed.
I'm still a squire,
Who helps the knight,
With his trusty steed.
So I'm still a neophyte,
Who has a long journey ahead.
I will stay and fight,
The darkness that is spread.
I have a metal blade,
But it shall stay in it's sheath.
For it's not a trusting aid.
It's a secret that won't leave my teeth.
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Written From The Heart; Processed by The Mind
PoetryPoems are meant to pull you in and tug at your heart strings. The poems inside may make you feel understood, loved, or completely alone. Before you read these know wholeheartedly that you are not alone. Everyone feels down from time to time. But th...
