❝she preferred
having her tea sitting
on her favorite spot -
on a stone in the most
precious glade.
gazing over
the magical
little lake.
trees hanging
like a frame
to her view,
sunlight glimpses
through the
dense leaves.
dragonflies dancing
in a waltz
around her.
she loved those
water lilies
making the
green-colored
lake looking
like the most
tremendous
painting hanging
on that castle wall.
they made her think
of you.
how you
make her
sometimes
very-dark-world
so bright.
it seemed to her
like
water lilies
and
you had
the same power -
to make something
so dull
feel so
terribly alive.❞

How can someone love me if I'm too broken?
If my scars are visible and ugly
If I keep too many secrets unspoken
And my heart is always unhappy

How can someone love me if I'm shattered?
I am a hard puzzle you can't ever solve
The pieces of me are scattered
And i am difficult to dissolve

How can someone love me if I don't even love myself?
If I'm the one who sends trouble
If I'm like an old book stock in a shelf
And a boring girl who doesn't go out from her bubble

So how can someone love me if I'm locked up in a cage
And too broken like a crumpled page.