04/07/2021
I'm covered in armour
Protecting myself from the world.
With you we would both take off a piece of our armour
And bond in our vulnerability.
Now I take some amour off for you
And you put on even more for me.
When we shared the moments
With reduced armour
It made me believe that
Rose are red
And violets are blue.
In the end roses have thorns
And violets are purple
Not blue.
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PoetryJust a bunch of poems I write to help get through life. You can see my journey through anxiety, friendships, relationships, sexuality confusion, family nonsense and depression. You might relate. I love comments (including grammar corrections). I do...
