Heart of Thorns
A rose to hurt one’s heart by its thorns
By Marie381Uk Published about a month ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
Heart of Thorns
My heart lived on,
through storms and cuts,
through sweet red blooms,
and broken roots.
It never asked why,
it simply beat,
carving truth
through every vein.
Love was heavy,
a twisting vine,
pulling tight,
pulling deep.
I walked with care,
holding the ache,
letting it teach
its quiet lessons.
Some roses heal,
some roses bleed,
some roses grow
because of pain.
And here I stand,
heart open still,
a little torn,
yet fiercely alive.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
This is quite the heartfelt poem and learning to understand what is important.