My heart, the thorns
They prick at it
Ever relentlessly
With every passing day
Wrapping tight and drawing blood
They shall never set me free
My heart attempts to carry on
The pain it will bear through
But of all the thorns
From first to last
The begin and end with you
YOU ARE READING
Mind of Mine
诗歌Read this book (not yet finished) and you will take in many poems I've written over the years.
