Thorns
She is alone
Hoping to be loved
By a man
The one who loves her
For all she is
Good, bad and ugly
Wounded in battle scars
Across her fragile heart
Her mind traumatized
Builds her highest defense
With hidden traps
Not get into her again
Prosecuting trespassers
With sharp tongue
Attacking
In mighty rage
She is tired
But cannot help it
Not wanting
To be hurt
And not to be betrayed
Though idea of diminishing love
Still craving and hoping
Being hold
Looking at her eyes
Everything will be alright
Safe in his arms
Sorrow glides down her face
Every now and then
Afraid
Meeting her end
Never have a chance being loved
© Sue Sanzz 2020
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