Brier Patch
Picking threw the brier patch.
He saw a girl and thought, “that’s my match.”
“I’m not a rose” the girl dispatched.
Yet her heart opened and became unlatched.
Her memories still haunt her and left a scratch.
So the man falters and becomes detached.
It was only her beauty did his attention catch.
What do you expect from thorns in a brier patch?
He saw a girl and thought, “that’s my match.”
“I’m not a rose” the girl dispatched.
Yet her heart opened and became unlatched.
Her memories still haunt her and left a scratch.
So the man falters and becomes detached.
It was only her beauty did his attention catch.
What do you expect from thorns in a brier patch?