The Ivy and the Thorns

My heart breaking, dying Yet still glowing The ivy growing, searching Looks toward the light The ivy grows toward the small beacon, only to find my small, weak heart It grows around my heart pulling it back together The thorns thriving, looking Finds the hopeful glow The thorns reach for the hopeful light To find my heart wrapped in ivy It grabs my heart, decides to grow And tears at my heart The ivy and the thorns both surround my heart, but they are different The ivy is caring, loving and only wants to heal the wounds The thorns are cold, unforgiving And only want to rip at my heart and create pain But they are also the same, They both hold the heart, and take it as their home; they both unintentionally stitch and tear at my heart Together the ivy and the thorns are called both love A cruel life, but without them my heart would be in pieces.