I'm full of thorns (drawing and poem)
-¿What do you see when you see me?
-¿Why don't you see me when I'm staring at you?
You're heave,
you're loved by Gods and Godess.
Sweetness swimming in your mess.
Lost in the noise of your mind,
Where my loss to this maze begins.
-I'm full of thorns-
Like the rose you're holding and breathe.
-I'm full of thorns-
Like your pink shirt.
-I'm full of thorns-
You're mine even if you hate me.