Rose Thorns

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Rose thorns don’t hurt so much
Don’t hurt so much for me
They can rip and tear at my skin all they want
But they can’t take blood from me

You can take them all of the roses
Then demand I swim in the thorns
I’ll do it, fine, but I’ll dull the edges
And there’ll be no liquid, red and warm

And you can find the biggest rose in all the world
Steal its sharpest thorn and make it a spear
Stab me a hundred thousand times in the heart
And to your dismay, I’ll still be here

Spring an ambush of some kind on me
With no warning, so I might fall
But it seems you just don’t understand;
It will have no effect at all

Strike me a few times with a thorn
And scratches it may leave
But I’ll tell you one last single time
Rose thorns don’t hurt so much for me

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this poem might be my new favorite, among those i wrote. hope you liked it, and thanks for all who might review.

happy reading --MWR