Grab me by the stem and hold on tight,
'til my thorns pierce your skin.
For a brief moment,
I will feel the essence of you,
and, darling, you'll feel me,
until you throw me down from the pain and clean off your hand.
Hands heal fast,
but your blood is still on my thorns.
I know that I scare you now,
but I just want someone to hold me.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Grab me by the stem and hold on tight,
'til my thorns pierce your skin.
For a brief moment,
I will feel the essence of you,
and, darling, you'll feel me,
until you throw me down from the pain and clean off your hand.
Hands heal fast,
but your blood is still on my thorns.
I know that I scare you now,
but I just want someone to hold me.
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