Rose thorn.

i have scars as reminders,
of times life has trown at me.
the times when shit gets tough.
scars that show i have lived,
even if it was not the best of lives.

i have cuts from my cats,
from the times i "loved" them too much.
i hope they leave a scar,
to remind me what torcher a four year old child,
can impress apon loving.

i have a lovebite from him,
the man who shall not be seen,
well,the man i am forbiddien to see.
it lasted longer than usual...
my blood wishes it to stay.

i have a burn from fire,
that i touched to save.
the heat of pain, scorching.
as cold fluid fails to retrieve.

my life is like a rose thorn.
pretty to see, harsh to touch.
my story of burdens,
prickle ,sting and mark

the mark of someone who has lived
the mark of someone who has loved.

ok i know its crap. but it could be good with work... suggestions???
p.s RATE