Birdpen Thorns
Something I cannot change. It’s just how I am. I’m like a giant thorn. Pierced into your insects side. Crushing you inside like a bad day. I get in the way. So why don’t I just stay. Something you cannot find. Like moments lost in time. Like water down the drain. Or going back somewhere you hate to stay. I’m like thorns. I twist and I turn inside. I’m like thorns. I twist and I turn inside.
