I remain a newborn knight
And yet have not acquired
The armor of my core
The thorns of these sweet roses
How shall I endure such sores?
The fragrance, always so familiar
Still playing with the ends of these strange curly vines
I keep the rose waiting
For I, too, am waiting
Waiting for my armor to grow and shine
Maybe these fragrant petals won’t be mine
I first must learn to love my castle
And I know
Armorless behind the crumbled walls
We will both hurt
I see black petals on the floor
I’m unprotected
Alas, a waning core
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
I remain a newborn knight
And yet have not acquired
The armor of my core
The thorns of these sweet roses
How shall I endure such sores?
The fragrance, always so familiar
Still playing with the ends of these strange curly vines
I keep the rose waiting
For I, too, am waiting
Waiting for my armor to grow and shine
Maybe these fragrant petals won’t be mine
I first must learn to love my castle
And I know
Armorless behind the crumbled walls
We will both hurt
I see black petals on the floor
I’m unprotected
Alas, a waning core
Bittersweet World of Uncertain Hearts
John Archievald Gotera © 2014 - 2015
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