Why all the insecurities?
I love you.
Isn't that enough?
I see no one else.
You're that soft, gentle breeze
That touches my skin.
A beautiful hibiscus
In a garden of roses
You're the only thing that makes sense
In a world riddled with confusion.
You bloom in a field of stunted growth
A picture of hope
Tearing away the tangled vines
That surround my heart.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
Why all the insecurities?
I love you.
Isn't that enough?
I see no one else.
You're that soft, gentle breeze
That touches my skin.
A beautiful hibiscus
In a garden of roses
You're the only thing that makes sense
In a world riddled with confusion.
You bloom in a field of stunted growth
A picture of hope
Tearing away the tangled vines
That surround my heart.
