Thorn

She is a wild rose

Far stronger than she looks
Making men go
Weak in the knees
With just a whisper and a glance
But her real power is unleashed
When she reaches out
And touches the body
Steals the soul
Makes the man
Fall apart at the seams
Bring her roses only to find
That if he knew her half way
He would bring
Wildflowers and whiskey
Chocolate and leather bound journals
Sit beside her and try his best
To understand
Just how
She can get under his skin
Make him forget
Who he is
Have no fear
Or shame
Of any consequences
As long as he can be with her
Just a little longer
Hold her closer
Feel her embrace
Breathe in her scent
Caress her skin
Fall into the unknown
All because she’s stronger than she looks

She’s a thorn in his side.

👣💗Jeanna’
7 23 a.m 3-16-19

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important…” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

thorns and roses

she is
cold blooded
and warm hearted

a soft embrace
and a knife
in the back

she’s the thorn
in my finger
and the rose
from whence it came

there is nothing
she wouldn’t
give me
and nothing
she won’t repossess

she is fiercely insistent
that i am not in control
and neither is she

she has set me above no one
nor anyone above me

she hasn’t the fear
nor the common sense
to worry about consequence

she is a firm handshake
and a sucker punch

an acceptance
and a denial

the truth
amidst the lies

lying within her truth

she is mine
and she is not

forever
and never again

she is woman…

-randini-