Armoured with Gold
Every day, day pass, time ticking, the wind blew, everything start passes beautifully yet I swallow the pain. Though, this is temporary Thought, this will pass shortly Thought, this will walk away
not. at all. without least.
I thought I was the armored knight with gold, the 24-carat gold which keep me safe on the battlefield, turns to be the sharp knife that start to kill me slowly
I thought standing all alone with gold, made me glow as ‘you’ are, all. wrong.
I thought the stronger one I thought the solid one everything starts blurry, even my eyes closed as well as the night started putting ‘their’ hands on my eyes.