The poems of thorns

Poisoness bush

how spiteful some people can be

the distasteful words that spew out of their mouth 

as if they are a poisoness bush ready to be touched

i shall not touch thee for your words arent welcomed 

i shall not touch thee for your leaves are rough

i shall not touch thee poisonees bush for you can not heal wounds 

but if you can find somewhere 

deep where loves lies can you tell me 

for a divine tale of yourself 

do you give your words to your family

if not do not give them to me 

for kin is closer than i

i do not want your leaves 

nor do i have a need for them 

i do not want or need so why give 

your words are not  knife so they dont cut 

but you poisoness bush 

your the one they hurt 

for as i leave i will not speak nor touch 

for when im gone you will have lost my full attention 

but do well to remember i could have stayed 

but your words are venomous 

so they pushed me away