A Lover's Puncture

Imagine being picked

Like petals from a flower


holding you,

wanting you,

wishing for you

Only to be pricked by the thorn 

And watch the blood fall


The heart as numb as the pain


I grew in the wrong field

And someone

Will replant me again

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