Thoughts
Simple but not
Each time my mind forms that image
The fluidity of the imagination
It became you
As each time you came to be
A thorn grows
It may be long,short, fine or thick
But its still a thorn
The more the feeling blossom
The more the thorns in my heart flourish
The line was drawn
But the forbidden tempation
Of loving
Never went away
My dear sheep all i could do now
Is watch as you find the other you
Each time I turn
To look at another you
Its not the same
If the pace was slower
Much much slower