Thorned

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It only seems like a day ago,

I heard your voice,

And felt your kiss upon my lips,

I miss you,





The distance,

Pulls us apart,

Like a straw,

Cut,

Piece by piece,

It falls,

As it if already was cut,

It's not enough,





I wish to have your arms around me,

Seeing your beautiful smile,

The eager grin,

To feel your love,

That's not a sin,





You watered me,

With tears of happiness,

Made me bloom,

Get brighter,

Get more mature,

Gain more colour,





But with your ghost,

The petals of the rose,

Slip away,

The rose turns black,

Dry and deadly,

Cold with wind blowing,

I'm covered in thorns,

Because every rose has its thorns,




Staining the skin,

Then killing the heart,

Heart you've once stolen,

And made it yours,




I miss you

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