Playing with Thorns

Playing with thorns

We were flowers

Blooming together, and apart.

We were friends

A rose and a sunflower

Different, yet beautiful.

I was pricked by your thorns

But I loved the pain.

You watched me grow from afar

Busy with the daisies

But longing for a sunflower.

And so you played with the daisies

Just as you played with me

You were struck by the light of the sunflower

but in love with the comfort of the daisy.

Your thorns killed me

Brought my roots from the soil

What is a sunflower without any sun?

You were my sun.

As it goes, the rose and the daisy intertwined

Becoming one

And the sunflower blossomed once again

But this time

In a magnificent garden of her own.