Thorns
Forgive me for being completely
oblivious to your existence
Its just the short time we spent
together wasn't the most
memorable
True, your crimson flowers
add some spice to the awkward
patch where I planted you
but now your fat thorns are everywhere
I think you meant something
for my mom and I at one point
but now,
your unruly stems are a nuisance
So forgive me
for ignoring you,
and your red buds
and your thorny thorns
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