The Spirit Has Thorns
Some reach out for what they seek
Caring not if it is their own
They pluck it from the place it rests
And try to change its song
They try to bend it to their will
Change its form to fit their needs
Possession is their only goal
The danger they don't see
The spirit of the softest heart
Has thorns that one can't see
A vain attempt to take what is
Not your own
Will only make You bleed
-Neva Flores 2009
Some reach out for what they seek
Caring not if it is their own
They pluck it from the place it rests
And try to change its song
They try to bend it to their will
Change its form to fit their needs
Possession is their only goal
The danger they don't see
The spirit of the softest heart
Has thorns that one can't see
A vain attempt to take what is
Not your own
Will only make You bleed
-Neva Flores 2009
1 comment:
beautiful Neva and very thoughtful.
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