Remember me as a writer, a lover, the mighty knight in shining armour.
Forget sin I created, it was
Marriages ended from the tip of my sword, the tip of insanity. My shield gave shelter from the fallout; I’m the messenger of God, living inside hell, made for an ancient poet.
It’s how we dress, amazing self-esteem, amazing self-proclaimed poetry and soaring thoughts arrive where words are born.
We stand, we continue to do the things that we do. We create buildings tall, make bridges reach their destination and leave problems hanging in pits of isolation.
I am an architect of words that can create and destroy without having to take back the imperfection of a draft, the flaws of a perfect story gave us confidence to look up at the stars today.
I can take it all away, with the swing of the brush, start again with new canvases, a new beginning for a fairytale. I can
erase the pain and history with someone new.
This time, no
This time, I promise to fall in love… with love, and she would say, “My knight in shining armour….”
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