Friday, October 4, 2013

Poem - Thorn Pricked Heart

When you're pricked by a thorn,
you think nothing of it.
Your skin is now torn,
but this is something you can permit.

After a time, this annoyance becomes a crime.
Initially, one has no clue,
This wound's pain intensifies.
And then one realizes how cruel,
this wound can be, that one will despise.


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