what shame
for you to be my flower
and me to be your thorn
for all i am and all i’ll be
is yours to break and set me free
what change and shift shall bring us close
the warm embrace or words of prose
for willows fall and maples sway
for skies go red and men must slay
what shame
for you to be my flower
and me to be your thorn
if songs of love are burdened prayers
above the clouds they cant repair
if we cant love, what hope propels
the spinning wheel of mind that swells
with thoughts of concur, power, smite
of stabs in backs and rationed rights
to burn you down and make you fall
for me to grow and stand up tall
what shame
for you to be my flower
and me to be your thorn
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