Rusty Armor


She may be soft

but her will is strong

and the way she talks, you’d think

she’s aloof,


you’re wrong,

she looked around, all she saw was karma,

that shiny metal

turned to rusty armor,

she’d become what she’d  called the kettle,

and she promised herself  that

she’d never


some things may harden certain hearts,


when love is blind,  

she’s heard some say it falls apart,

but she knows that love is kind,

it makes some feel like they can’t live,

it steals their joy away,

she only knows how to forgive,

her happiness is safe,

and some will say that love, it stales,

but she denies

their truths,

for her,  love never fails,

she keeps her dignity in tact,

her class,  her couth,

she wipes up all the muddy tracks

stomped across her soul,

for in her lies all the facts,

she has only

…one goal 



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