Touch
Burning superior you are so cold
Still ferocious even now that you're old
Walking up to you while you’re pouring the oil
Few steps left, but your blood began to boil
Stood up with pride as you showed me your thorns
Still went nearer, I am ready to get torn
Pricked a finger when I touched you, then I looked away
I decided to show you my scars when what's left was only a day
Copyright © Frances Ira Sequig | Year Posted 2021
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