Fresh love and a broken heart,
That's all I have.
A bright sword now covered in rust;
Bleeding fists on its golden hilt.
Here comes the battle:
The world on one side,
Me on the other.
Here begins the wrestle
I'm trying to save my hide,
But they won't let me.
Yes, I'm selfish;
I'd save my loved ones over them.
Yes, I'm a coward;
I turn a blind eye as demons stem.
Yes, I'm weak;
Bleeding between the ribs.
But I'm still here,
Fighting the dark
While the elite sit back and call dibs.
Look into my eyes;
You'll see my shattered soul.
Hold my hand;
And you'll feel the raging blood.
I still have a smile on,
And a genuine one;
You say you know what's going on,
But you don't have a clue,
Not a single one.
YOU ARE READING
Pen It Down
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