I have turned away
From love and its games, and now
Thorns grow around me.
My first love I loved,
But she turned away, and so
I have turned away.
Loves come and loves go.
The game can get rough, and so
Thorns grow around me.
I know how to act,
So from anything inside
I can turn away.
My garden thrives, and
Every day I tend the thorns
That grow around me.
No-one can touch me,
No-one can find me.
Thorns grow around me.
I have turned away.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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