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Blood Thorn
Through the veil of darkness the wild rose writhes and grows,
blood drips from its thorny tips, like a river that over flows,
burnt bridges and broken hearts, wounds left open, words unspoken,
drifting in and tumbling out, of consciousness and painful doubt,
Living life through tangled lies while finding love between heartless thighs,
where there's life there's love they say, except when our lust gets in the way,
In the time it takes to boil water, we can create life, a son, a daughter,
and so it goes, the loves and lives we lead and the thoughtless lies we bleed,
so much redder is the rose.
blood drips from its thorny tips, like a river that over flows,
burnt bridges and broken hearts, wounds left open, words unspoken,
drifting in and tumbling out, of consciousness and painful doubt,
Living life through tangled lies while finding love between heartless thighs,
where there's life there's love they say, except when our lust gets in the way,
In the time it takes to boil water, we can create life, a son, a daughter,
and so it goes, the loves and lives we lead and the thoughtless lies we bleed,
so much redder is the rose.
Published 13th Mar 2016
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