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