Pricking Pine Needles Poem by A J.
Pricking Pine Needles
I hadn't any daisy
a pine branch would do
to pluck needle by needle
posing if she loves me not or true
and landing with and affirmation
my tenderness I gave
with poetry and hand-painted pictures
gifted and received with praise
Yet those needles pricked my heart
and my blood turned them brittle dry
Why does my love lead you to judge me?
and why does that make you cry?
She loves me not; I still wonder why...
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