An Additional Suit Of Armour Poem by Mark Heathcote

It's good to have an additional suit of armour
But I would rather walk naked back into your arms
Embrace your lips on mine; Oh see I'm not a monster
Although I might be short on charms
And have an uncontrolled temper
I love you more than ever.

Oh, I'd rather you kill me
Then you leave me
It's good to have a whisky straight
It just might seal my fate.

Christmas was over
You decided that comes the New Year
We were defiantly over
But still, you wanted to blame me
As you'd done love already for years.

Only now this time I couldn't care less
I was already halfway to forgetting your caress
I was already halfway to forgetting your kiss
Love, your problems are now just too complex
I've had enough, enough, enough of all this nonsense.

Oh, I'd rather you kill me
Then let me stay
It's good to have a whisky straight
It just might seal my fate.
Now I've given up asking is it all too late.

Christmas was over
You decide that comes the New Year
We were defiantly over
But still, you wanted to blame me
As you'd done love already for years.

It's good to have an additional suit of armour
Just ask Lancelot bleeding, brought to his knees
Solemn and sombre
Just ask that part of me that still believes
You still love me.