The day I got lost
Was the day I knew
That a rose of thorns possess
In everything I did
It was only the petals I saw
Beneath the stalk
The pink or the red petals
His the thorns.
It was the same day
I knew this that I found myself
Bitten, cold and a heart
Bleeding by the piercing thorns,
The eyes cautioned the neck
To giraffe less
And the hands a restraint to touch
On this day that I was lost
I was also found.
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