Thorns and Their Roses

It was a painful thorn that had sewn our hearts together.

Yes, that was it,

A thorn that attached me to you,

Made your hell taste like heaven.

When I left you,

The flowers in my lungs died.

And for the first time, I could breath,

Although every day I find myself missing their beauty.

But for however many of my roses die,

This is something I can be proud of.

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◄ Round and Round They Go About Leaving

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Maria

Sun 1st May 2016 13:11

Ow very moving and painful. I know how it feels to miss the beauty of the painful thorns but everyday being grateful for removing them.

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