shieldA Poem by bubblefetidk
Always protecting me from words and ill thought
You stand on my line, my foreign front Guarding me as if i were glass You spit and yell with so much sass Defending me till the battle is won We are victors and we have overcome To my surprise in time of peace It hurts the worst, for you I can't keep
© 2015 bubblefetAuthor's Note
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Added on January 14, 2015 Last Updated on January 17, 2015 Author
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