I was the rose,
You were the thorn.
You protected me when I needed it most,
But you were in my side and made me unlikeable.
It was hard to choose,
Do I let you stay and protect me,
Or do I shake you off just to be beautiful.
But wait,
What are you doing,
You're falling off.
Now it's not even in my power to decide how close I am to you,
Cheyenne Ashley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wilted-thorn/
