By Peter Palmato
Thorn
Goodbye darling,
The rose
I thought I knew
Was a thorn
In truth
Goodbye lovely,
Kisses on your cheek
I brushed my lips
Past brambles in disguise
Goodbye bad bitch,
You had no stem,
No spine or strengths
But you still cut deep
Goodbye false friend,
I snipped you away
Behind my back, the truth
Only lies to my face
Goodbye beautiful,
Skin deep love
I’ll never trust again
A flawless complexion
Goodbye memories,
of sitting, smiling with you
all the love has gone
the good times, too
Goodbye stories,
of men and men and men
your tales made me smile
but always had the same end
Goodbye, my dear,
we will never be the same
I now know the thorns behind the rose
and the poison they contain
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