thorn (Remove filter)
Thorn in her side
She drifted in and out of view
passing from gossamer to stone,
floating and then, sinking down low,
singing the words you wrote for her,
the sound now a sick cacophony
mocking your emotions,
stabbing at your heart.
Holding the now faded rose
that you had pinned in her hair,
but truly, a thorn in her side
had been your gift to her,
the beautiful bloom
was invisib...
Thursday 12th September 2019 4:08 pm
Recent Comments
John Coopey on A Sense Of You
11 minutes ago
John Coopey on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
14 minutes ago
John Coopey on POO IN THE LOO
24 minutes ago
David RL Moore on Draft Dodger
1 hour ago
John Coopey on SPRING CAFE
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on The indefinite sentence
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Bungalow Dreaming
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Final visit? ( fictional )
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on SPRING CAFE
2 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Saturday Night and Sunday Morning
2 hours ago