I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.
Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.
It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.
With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
I allowed thorns to grow and replace my ribcage.
And I wondered why my lungs suffocated
and my heart scarred too much.
Worries are thistles masked as daisies.
I thought I grew a garden
when I built a prison.
It broke my collar bone
and my body can't move,
So I decided to escape.
With spikes hugging my inner being,
I ran to my lover
and he set me free.
Now flowers are growing inside me.
