thorn

love is like a thorn

the blossem is beautiful

love that you will adorn

passion thats fruitful

then comes the pain

the thorns tearing at your love

tears falling like rain

you pray to god above

asking why it hurts

no matter how much you try

all you find is evil that lurks

the feeling of the empty space

all your love is gone

the smile is replaced by sorrow on your face

the days become long

the thorns are bineded

no one to free you

your soul becomes blinded

the pain will continue to ensue