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I am a rose thorn Vowing to protect my love Always by her side She is the one, chosen for me Attached by a stem To the one beauty that has always Captivated me and my passion I watched her grow From a vibrant bud peeking with color To a full bloomed beauty flirting with sunlight That I grew with and protected the best way I knew But blooms can be plucked and thorns don't reach much And so I am a thorn on the stem of a memory I can't be grafted, as hard as I try Anyone that ever comes near me Is cut by the remains of my dying devotion I must be destined To forever be alone My home is long gone |
Glad you enjoyed this one; however, I feel I may have mis-portrayed some of the meaning. The thorn did not drive away the rose, but a thorn can only protect from a number of predators. How the thorn must have felt when his rose was plucked away by one. And the loneliness that would follow, for what could be with a thorn.| Posted on 2011-09-23 00:00:00 | by BlazeFlamme | [ Reply to This ] | mmmm yes...this reminded me of me at times....loving too much...overly protective, maybe doting too much...not giving enough space...being a thorn that chokes the rose rather than protecting it...."suffocating devotion which cuts her then cuts me...."destined to be alone" | i guess we can love too much... i like the beginning and ending haiku in this...nice bookends. jacob | Posted on 2011-09-23 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |