Armored Shoulder

My soul isn’t rock hard

No, not yet.

My mind is iron, you can’t break it.

Where is my heart?

It’s at the top of my sleeve, beating.

My arm won’t shed tears of blood.

I’ve dealt with enough shit,

I’m just done.

I’m ready for battle,

Rules of engagement:

They shoot first, but won’t get to twice.

I refuse to be viscous, stay isolated.

I don’t want war, but I protect my own.

I’m not a hard man, not yet.

Just a few bad days away from it.

Thankfully, my lady keeps me off that ledge.

I’ll keep her safe and coveted.

I wear the armor for her,

She continually sharpens my sword,

I know I’m her shield.

I wear my heart on my sleeve, and my heart is she.