Saturday 10 October 2015

I can't be the person they want me to be.
They say put on your armour, build your walls, and load your weapon.
But every time I see you, the floor falls from beneath me.
And I lie here bare - naked, and you take fire.
I'm sorry I can't be the person they want me to be,
Even if it saves me from you. 

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