You're not as sweet as honey, but pure from the inside.
Maybe rude and difficult, but not a thing, you'd hide.
You always want to prove that you're right,
But then you also prove I'm worth any fight.
You've loved me with all your might,
And now just stay and hold me tight.
Maybe you're the thorn in me that has always pricked,
But a rose without a thorn can easily be plucked.
Sharon Mathew
YOU ARE READING
Feather Quill
PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
