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When the going gets tough My love for you is like a bed of thorns
You just don't want to lay in it.
No matter how blunted,
Or layered with cushions
The thought scratches your mind.
My HugSS are deemed uncomfortable
My arms like suffocating vines of ivy
My gaze glassy scraping glares
Avoided like a vampire does the sun
And Love as is its reflection.
Thus in this harsh light of exposure
I wilt and die
Crumble to dust
And swirl away
Except that one sharply hooked
Thorn in your side.
Amazing!
Simply perfect!
Really?
well I learned from the Master! ;)
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."