they picked the brightest flower; not the one wilted, bent at the stem, dull from too little sun. i never expected it to be me— but god, i wanted it to be.
i open the curtains behind my windowsill so you can glow in the sun— light spilling over your petals, straight into my eyes. they water, of course, but you look so radiant i forget to blink.
i breathe you in, and everything burns. my eyes won’t stop itching, my chest feels heavy, my throat a slow flame— the weight of loving you. but i never move you. i let you bloom right beside me, because love, i think, is sometimes choosing the ache.
when a love is real and love is true it will always be stay in the heart of you there for you to share there for you to give to the one you love for as long as you may live
it will never die or ever fade away there inside of you. your love will always stay for now and evermore and forever true it will always be within the heart of you
i feel like i’m never enough, like no matter what i do, it’s not enough to matter. but at the same time, i’m too much. too intense, too complicated, too hard to handle. it’s like i’m stuck in between, too much, yet not enough. and that makes me wonder if i’m worth it at all.
Hate penetrates the great gates of the fakes, The fakes make mistakes, as the inmates plan their escapes, The gates open, knights with gold plates and sharp blades, Hope fades as they throw their last grenade, Then they're afraid, when they realize they were played...
Coming through, To the flame, Is it true, Or just the same, Loving love, Hold on tight, Is it real from above, Or it it nothing but a sight, True is it true, Real is it real, You is it you, Feel can you feel, Or is it nothing you cant fight.
If i die, dont forget me, Remember me, that i am free, Dont give me false hope, and push me down, Dont give me love, then dont make a sound, If i die, please promise me, That if i die, You'll remember me.