Armor

You stand there in your armor,

It's silver gleam protecting you,

Your dreams, your thoughts, your flaws

From the people who seek to cast it off.

I lie there on the ground,

Rusted pieces of metal sprawled at your feet.

My doubts and fears all exposed to you,

My heart cracked and broken.

And as you gaze down on my fragility,

My weak and battered form,

I gaze upon you on last time,

And look the crack in your breastplate

And stare at your soul.

And I cannot help but wonder:

How can someone who can shatter such men's weaknesses,

Someone who has such beautiful armor of her own,

Have such a fatal flaw?

Reviews

[Christiana Marie]

I remember reading this the first time you showed it to me, I still LOVE it !! And DEREK you are just as good at writing, if not better, than I am :)

[John Pollock]

I'm really glad you think so! Thank you so much! It's a good thing we had a good teacher, right?