thorns in her.. heart..

maybe its not the same,
                     or my senses have gone dull
the pain remains effervescent,
                    bubbles back frequently
not sure I would deal with it,
                    I end up making mess of it
its either temper that plays foul,
                   or ego that comes in the way
eventually its tears glistening her eyes
                  that makes my heart skip a beat
my tears can be held back
                  letting them flow makes no sense
the thorns in her heart can be plucked
                 by words of love and care maybe