She smiles at me; it’s a small, sad sort of smile.
She’s remembering the way things were.
But she can’t forget the way they are now.
I want to hold her, but I know she’ll push me away.
I want to be her white knight, her perfect man.
That’s how I feel inside.
Everything I’ve done has been for her.
I only wanted to make her happy.
Did I try too hard?
I can’t stop trying now.
My sacrifice will make her life better.
I love her, but I mustn’t say it.














Comments
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Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
I didn't come up with the armour bit until when I came to submit the poem, so yeah... it was kinda already finished.
I also don't really think it quite fits the theme of the poem itself. It really is just an extra note, rather than a part of the poem.
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For great justice!
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