Thistle and Thorns


for a girl who begs for a boy to stay

will never be a woman who leaves. 

- how the hurt becomes the healing



oh, silly boy

don’t you know her fire

burns from whiskey

and you could never harm her.

for the Devil’s in her shadow

and armor guards her heart.

- how she’s free of you

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