Thorny Flower

Flawed but beautiful,

A thorny flower that endures the most pain,

Pluck by society till her petals are no more,

Her lover left her bare and she still has so much love,

Never stops crying for his name,

Oh sweet flawed beautiful flower,

Prick me not when l caress your scars,

Shine like the stars with every healed crack,

Fine and sweet is you in every possible way,

Can you not see your own soulful beauty,

Not the beauty that eyes see,

That spiritual beauty,

That only Queens know,

Do you know it ?,

O sweet thorny flower,

Of course you do,

Smile for me,

And let me fall for the shine of your aura

Published by Alex Matarirano

a poet who seeks to share his poems to the world and empath who wants to discover his spirituality

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