Walkaways

Did you think my thorns were blunted?
Maybe the petals confused your senses
The accidental allure of my very nature

I am an invitation without an address
Sent to everyone and absolutely no one
Save for the daring walk away souls

Sealed with the crimson wax of my stamp
A seal that keeps my sleepy desire at bay
Slowly carved with tools, the shape an A

One symbol to draw all conclusions
Distracted from simplicity’s yearning
Did you notice my heart is burning?

If the heart were feral, unable to...