Thorny Rose

If words could cut your lips
They’d be a bloody mess
I’m done with all your tricks
My heart can’t process
All the sharp words
That shoot out of your mouth
They fly out like birds
Heading for south
You wouldn’t know love
Even if it broke your nose
My heart, I gave you all of
But now it’s just a thorny rose.

©Kaitross

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