even the most beautiful roses have thorns. you find one you love you care for it as though it is your only child. but despite how well you treat your flower one wrong move and it ****** you. it happens in an instant. before you can even recognize your mistake youre bleeding. blood trickles down the stem and it stains the leaves as a constant reminder of the time your beloved rose hurt you.
so love your flower , love it endlessly. love it with no fear of hurting no fear of pain.
Don't tell me I'm pretty Tell me that I'm passionate That I have drive Tell me that I make you laugh That I know how to make your day better Don't tell me I seem nice Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big Don't tell me I'm perfect Tell me the you love me despite my flaws That you want to spend the rest of your life with me Don't tell me I'm beautiful Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
some say they do not belong to a person to an object to a place or to anything. i, however, belong to the world. she [the world] that has taught me who i am who i want to be and who i do not want to be. i am a product of perfect successes and miserable failures [for i have been built by both] i am the difference between mistakes made and plain ignorance. i belong to the world that continuously shows me evil and terror and hatred and love and care and compassion. she has raised me to be a creation of something taken for granted and she is teaching me to not follow in her footsteps.
inspired by Abel Tesfaye [The Weeknd]'s "Belong To The World"