I fall on the ground like a glass
That you dropped from your hands,
With a percussive sound like the grand end of a song
I shatter Into cold sharp pieces,
My feelings swirl and spill all over the floor Continue reading “Unspoken Promise”
With a towel tied around his neck
Like a cape, he flew.
He fought the monster he read about
In fairy tales, when he was feeling blue.
He rode his imaginary horse and waved
His wooden sword like a white knight.
He was going to be a hero, a savior,
He was going to fight for what’s right.