watch the thorns

i can draw the line
time and time again
but in the end
and all through the middle
i end up walking it shakily
like a drunk on a chalk tightrope
i'll trip to either side
sometimes i'm wrong
sometimes you're right
sometimes it hurts
sometimes we fight
but as long as you're here
i'm high as a kite
i can't help but giggle
at all your jokes
for you i even
gave up my smokes
i'll remind you that you should be nice
i'll whisper that you're happy
and make you smile every time
just because i'm that sappy
you'll find a red rose in your car
for when you finally open the door
it's laid across the wheel
with a note; "how do you feel
about maybe making a deal?
bring your coat it's near the shore
but i'll try to keep you warm, “
just watch the thorns.

Author's Note

I fully appreciate reviews, especially when they tear apart my work in an attempt to make it better. Rip, tea, break it down. Tell me how you do not like it, how to make it better. I want your opinion. Truly.