She had thorns on her stem because she had to evolve
To many creatures of the forest had taken bites out of her
But the thorns had inverted
So every time she breathed the thorns would pierce her body
Every time she laughed the thorns pierced her heart
And every time she smiled the thorns pierced her soul
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Deep Poems
PoetryPoems that describe my heartbreak, hurt, and struggle with myself. These are just my amateur writings of my experiences with crappy guys.
