And when
i defended
you
it seemed
you wanted
me to
stop
so you
could get
hurt- you wanted it to be my fault
YOU ARE READING
Roses Have Thorns
PoetryAs a young child i was taught to look, but not touch see, but not feel, and think before i do and now that i am older i close my eyes and touch the s t a r s without t h i n k i n g - so did you
eight
And when
i defended
you
it seemed
you wanted
me to
stop
so you
could get
hurt- you wanted it to be my fault