Poem: Épine chérie

Translated from French: Darling Thorn Like a thorn You hurt me Like a thorn You protected the flower Like a thorn You touched me deeply Like a thorn You made my blood run Like a thorn There is an untold number But you were the one I wanted So I picked you But you pricked me instead Like a thorn I’ll remove you And lick my wounds Like a thorn You’ll leave a scar And I’ll look at it While thinking of you Because that’s all I have As someone Without a thorn. 🥀 From The Quiet Child – Poems … Continue reading Poem: Épine chérie