Thorn

It stuck with him like a thorn in his side.
She twisted it in his wounds and tended to it
with lemon juice.

Because when Life gave her lemons,
she burned life's house down with lemonade.
She makes the sweetest things toxic to the touch.
Her kisses are death
but he egarly lurks towards them becasue he knows
We're all going to die eventually.
Sooner now than later.
a few seconds is all it takes
to say goodbye to one's we loved,
one's we thought we loved
and one's who never loved us back.

She didn't mean to be crued as oil,
slippery were her thoughts
slick was his.
Idealy they were ment for each other.
But the puzzle peices didn't fit up right:

He was a puzzle
and she was a painting.
They were a time bomb egar to explode
and wipe out the earth
scorching it black.

Volcanic rock hard hearts
and still beating.

So when rocks break and fragment into rivers,
she drowned in hers and he floated downstream.
Pastels and black overalls
can't bandage up a fire put out.

Flames dance like people and he is neither
flame nor fling
He is only a man.

"Do you still love me?"
She said.

He truns to her
Quoting the "raven"

Take thy beak from my heart
and thy thorn from of'th my door.

And she did,
her tounge as dark as a raven
"Nevermore."