Draw Your Swords

by uhbeautifuldisaster

There’s everything in the world left to lose.
The only possessions I have are buried
some place safe that only I
Know the secret location of. If someone tried to shake me around for the key, they’d wrangle me like a towel
but I still wouldn’t make a sound.

You are mine. I am yours.

Nothing changes this fact.
Kick me to the ground.
The world is cruel, but I will never
My feet tramp uphill, around steep curves,
I vanish behind the bend.

I’ve picked a place inside my self that’s easy to defend.

You are mine. I am yours.
Nothing changes that fact.

I’ve strapped my heavy heart on my back and rode my bike
through a field that smelled like apple cinnamon pie.