Friday, March 30, 2012

this is cheesy but i wrote it today and i also don't care.

My savior:
My personal
bulletproof vest.
Protecting me
Even after you have
already saved me.

I was harmed by many
bullets without you
And the world was
cold,
Without your protection keeping
That once broken place
inside my chest warm.

Many may try to harm me
But as long as you
Are there for me with all your strength,
They shall all fail.
So in the end,

Victory is ours.
And my trust in you
Is strong.

1 comment:

  1. I love how the person deeply depends on the vest as his own life. Makes it kind of interesting :)

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