Thorns - Poem by Marrissia Holliday
The warm sun,
A soft breeze,
A gentle kiss,
Your memory it haunts me
Your warm skin so close to mine
So sweet, So kind
Flashbacks to happy times,
The long walks in the spring,
The birds they still sing so why can't I?
Now the hard rain like my tears beats down on my skin.
So cold is the breeze,
Now not so sweet
It's more like a gushing wind tossing me from end to end..
I'm pleading and begging but no one hears.
I fall to the ground onto the thorns and tears
They rip, they pull at my skin
The blood spills from the wounds
Onto the rainy street,
The rain puddles turn to blood
Faster and faster I'm bleeding out
I lay there staring into the blackest sky,
Remembering the way it was,
I want that
The warm sun
A gentle kiss on my skin
But I guess I'll never win.
The thorns they keep on
pulling and ripping at my skin,
This I know this is finally the end..
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