Skeletons

Thornes

There are a lot of things I'd like to know
Like how and why should we trust that the sun will come back up tomorrow
Or why the stars shine at night, why people who knew so much about each other
Can become strangers, and why everything I touch... I destroyed
Not physically, like a piece of paper or a book but emotionally

With all the "I love you's" and what not,
I say it so many times yet don't mean it But just know
I'm never first to say "I love you",  if you could say I'm anything
In the world, I'd like to say I am a rose, beautiful but will hurt you with my Thornes

You know that picking this Rose may hurt you... I may hurt you
But yet you still take it, and I will hurt you time and time again
And you're going to pretend to not see my Thorns pretend that I
Am not hurting you, now we know that I'm the rose, the flower itself
The pedals that pleased your eyes, the pedals that seem to have you under my spell
Or is it my stem that brings you nourishment and health that makes you remember
Why you are who you are? Brings you good and happy memories

I am also the thorn that brings you pain when you touch it
I don't intend to hurt you but maybe it's there because
I'm not meant to be picked, I have to stay alone...
The Thorn is what separates us, so tell me do you want to see past my thorne...
And pick me?