Destroy My Thorns
Please, dear Sun, turn me
Into a thornless rose
Act a pain to one who
Close to me grows
I am tired of the days
I've had to keep my distance
From the other blossoms
As together they danced
I have had enough of
Every other bloom thinking
I have thorns because
My beauty striking
Cannot be plucked by any
Awe-struck, lowly mortal
That my thorns are a planned
Honey-coated betrayal--
No, I have thorns because
Of the fears that have raised me
Because my trust is as broken
As shattered glass can be
But I am a blossom as well
With hopes to be seen
For the beauty of my petals
Now what my thorns mean
So please, bright sun,
Take notice, too,
Destroy my thorns
And allow me to embrace you.
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