Thorns in my side,
Like pains in my mind.
When I try to take them out
I find that there never were any thorns.
But I am sure they are there,
Every breath they prick and prick,
Always in my sides.
So what is not there,
Is there
Some how
Some way.
Thorns stab at my ribs
And pick at my lungs and heart,
But nothing is there.
No marks,
No thorns,
Nothing!
But this is impossible,
Right?
I feel the pain,
I feel it in my heart,
In my heart and in soul,
In the void left behind by my love,
The one who left by night,
With out a good by or so-long,
Is the cause of my thorns.
