Good Intentions

Why did you have to be my saviour

To keep things away from my knowing

Didn’t you know the more sheltered I was

The more prone I was to hurt?

You never meant for me harm

But good intentions are roses in disguise

The more sweet smellings you give to me

The more thorns I have for myself to prick

Tell me now the things you didn’t dare speak

So I may hold true the promise I keep

To not bring words into coffins and graves

But give birth to greater things instead

– a.h.

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