Love is a rose. Beautiful yet dangerous Only dying if left untended Only hurt you if you aren't careful. Yet once you have the rose and are holding it safe, gentle, and careful you can understand the full beauty in the appearance, journey, and danger
Every smile on my face Is simply feelings I misplace I throw in my headphones The ones with skulls and crossbones Then I crank up my tunes and fly To where the rocks touch the sky I draw away my pain Creating pictures all in vain Because you won't see them You won't ever realize you are my gem then the darkness refills me and I'll smile so weakly As I give them all to you