Thorns

  Picking the thorns out of myself,

they burrow into my skin.

Leaving me to feel your pain all over again.

 

Burying me into your skin,

standing in front of you in vain.

Regretfully hopeing you'll take me in.

 

Pooring my soul onto flat stone,

it splashes on your bleeding tired feet.

your heart poors into my naked self.

I'm becoming what you used to be

and you're becoming me.

 

I can't say why I do these things

but it's how I feel

Every now and again I see the things

that make me think this was real.

 

Id give myself to be yours,

to save you from your fear.

And even if our souls don't mix

we can still be friends,

but I love you untill I breath no more,

and this is where it ends.

 

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

Heart-wrenching for sure.

[Ripple of Aqua]

Saddening but heart-filled, you are pouring your soul out there for this girl, There is just no way that she would take you back, (I think is how it's saying) but you would still love her till the end of time itself. Devoted is my word.