At the start I was walls up,
A knight in full armor.
A night sky choked in clouds which
Wrapped around my throat,
Either trying to kill me or
Protect me.
I’m still not sure which.
In the middle I was walls down.
Drawbridge lowered, chainmail off.
Stars so bright they held every answer
You could ever hope to find.
Darkness soft as water,
Firm as an old friend's embrace.
Loved, respected. Safe.
At the end I was walls back up,
But the armor had gone missing.
A knight with no shield.
A night with no atmosphere, no more clouds
To hold me steady.
Gladly stripped raw by loving you but
Hating every second after.
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Emma Grace
Just a girl trying to make her passion a career. Check out my writing to help sponsor my coffee habit and travel addiction :)
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