The Thorn

Older Poetry

 

Many times has the sun faded behind the trees since ive seen your face

Many times have I crossed the path of a stranger wondering if they’d seen you too

World hasn’t stopped turning when you were thrown right at me

Just one look your eyes sear through my flesh right into my soul

Reheating a flame within myself that never really burned out

I am like a flower in spring rain wilting to the ground when you come near

But don’t ever doubt that my thorns are ready for your sweet fingertips if you tried to harvest me for your own

Once again you will fade away

You are the poison for my soul.

Reviews

[Arthur Crow]

Chillingly beautiful.. I like the mood and flow of your words, the voice is strong and the soul protected. Well expressed.