Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2022
your thorns that pricked me
hurt me the worst,
not venomous or caustic
but putting me in throes.
i saw the signs,
it serves me right,
but I was reaching
for a rose.
Written by
caroline  20/F
(20/F)   
113
   Ledge
Please log in to view and add comments on poems