next came the sister,
who grew little thorns.
and she used them in defence,
not for proposed scorn.
she was brave but treat
as if she'd never spoken yet.
because she defended,
not harmed,
and quietly disarmed.
so the sister lived on
as a protector of the first.
their harmony wasn't cursed
or slightly tweaked,
because one looked brave,
and the other was meek.
YOU ARE READING
roses and thorns || wip
Poetrya short series of poems about a family's struggle to carry on. --- started; 04/04/2018 finished; dd/mm/yyyy --- cover by me.
