She holds her pen
Write on my heart
Thanks to her
I finally know
How the love feels
Under her pencil.

When she writes
Her pencil starts
Scratching the paper

It creates a sound
A sound that was like
Music to ears

I love that sound
It reminds me
How she fill my empty world
With her beautiful words.

You are the sun
And I am the moon
It is almost impossible that we meet
But one day we will unite.

Do roses know that they can be beautiful,
But harmful?
Do they have the power to
Stop themselves from luring someone in
And then hurting them?
No, they don't.
But humans do.