My Thorn

A tale about a rose and her thorn.... or is it about a woamn and her negative, condescending, egotistical lover?

i stand tall yet slightly
connected to impressive you
abruptly i attempt to reach upwards
towards the mystic warmth
still stifled by curiosity beneath
i'm clasp in elusive enchantment
as you stealthily scan my shadow
then brashly pull me down
naturally i relinquish
and listen to the dark green echo
needling piercingly
so again i let the silent illusion
of peach pouted curves
dissipate as withered petals
and endure succumbing to your glory
drooping  freshly disheartened
akin a burnt rosebud feebly formed

Reviews

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sad write but yet powerful. enjoyed

[Richielee]

as Lily said quite amazing,you have captured this moment so well

[Lily Mae]

This is so amazing.. An intense write..xx

[TM "Ree" Tate]

I had to read that one twice! Great metaphor and imagery :D