Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Tarnished Armor

He rescued me.
He did.

I had been hurt.
I had fallen.
And all of a sudden,
he showed up
on his mottled brown steed
pulled me to my feet,
and tried to turn me loose,
set me free.

But I did not choose
to leave.
Instead I stayed.
I stuck around.
And now I belong.




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback