Petals and Thorns

     We are velvet, hemmed in lace,
Silken ribbons tie our waist.
Our hair is white, trimmed in gold,
With porcelain eyes of blue.
We are made of silver lining,
Our sunspot words are bright and shining.
We are sown of what we reap,
Needle and thread are we.
We are double-sided satin souls,
Empty spaces full of holes.
We are books lacking pages,
Judge us by our pretty faces.
We are angels pushed from the nest,
Failing to fly, we are demons at best.
We say we’ll heal you, stitch your wounds,
Turn your heart to patchwork.
We are born as clockwork deceivers,
Luring fools and all believers.
Life is not a game, we know,
Pull a thread and all will go.
We are velvet, hemmed in lace,
Silken ribbons tie our waists.
Our hearts are made up of fool’s gold,
Museum treasures on display.
Love is made of fool’s gold,
A game that only fools would play.