It’s not the thorns that made me cry,
Though they pricked my hands
And awakened me from that moment
Reminding me that time hasn’t stopped
When you said goodbye.
It’s not the thorns that made me cry,
Though they existed side by side
With something so beautiful
I never thought I’d bleed
If I held on too long or too deep.
Wasn’t it just yesterday
When you gave me those roses
Professing your never ending love?
I’ve always thought I could bear the tears,
But it’s not the thorns that made me cry.
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"Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief", "Mend My Broken Heart", "Questions to God", "To Love an Invisible God", "Defending My Catholic Faith", and more - click here.
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