Rose Thorns to Hands

By: Stackiewicz


From the storm I protrude

I am sharp

Please do be careful

I would hate to draw your life essence from you

to cause you pain

I cannot take it away

I can only give

but hands, do not brake me off of my rose

for I will be sharp with no purpose

and will not be able to protect my rose

yo hands

you are death to me

you are my poison

you and only you can kill my life force

the poison of your hands

will dry me out

brown all of my vibrant green.

but grip me

in return I will draw your life force

as you drain mine.

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