Thorns

Can you see the parts
Where the pins went in?

Where the red popped up
Where the blue set in?

Can you look and tell
How we used to be

Can you see all the shadow
And the light
And the red

Can you see hands on shoulders
Saying support
Saying comfort
Saying lean
Lean forward
Lean away

I'll catch you, they say
I'll catch you, so go

See where we went
See the postcards
The postage stamps
The stickers on luggage
Saying 'We're traveled'

'We saw the world
And the world was good'

Do you see our aching smiles
Our burning eyes
Opening wider and wider
Trying to see
How long we can go
Before we have to close
And hope everything's still there
When we open them again


How wide can yours go?
How long can you hold it?
Before you let go
Or shut down
Or pass out

Did you take a look?
Did you?

Was it good?
Well it was

Depending on
Where you look

So where are you looking?

At the rose
Or the thorns?