●• ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴄʀᴀᴠᴇᴅ •●

H U R T E R

I am such a thorn

Simple but sharp in form

Sitting under a rose

To protect it from being tossed

To protect it from any harm

And give the rose, it's charm

I'm supposed to act as a barrier

Avoiding any emotions to pass

And hurting anybody who understands

My lonliness, and discovers

I exist too, when I need to

Be loved too

But I do hurt them

Eventhough not on intention

I've been born like that

And the features permanently sat

To be over-protective

But also destructive

Still, would you touch me?

Embrace me, hold me?

Beside all what I've caused

And all that it will cost

For your heart?

You will bleed,

Will you let go if I plead?

I mean no harm to you

Eventhough I'll put us both through

So much pain.

Will you still be my friend,

If I tell you I can't surrend,

From being the devil,
When I'm not even evil?

Will you stay as a loyal friend?