What Lies Beneath
Oh!! One love, just one love, before I knew you I felt right through you. I knew everything. A love without you is a cancer in my eyes. The wings outspread sweeping through the sky. Through dark clouds with rain and cold. Glass. Cold and clear. Burning to your soul and out your mouth, like sweet words of love and roses. But underneath roses are thorns. Sometimes love is just a blossoming flower, but in others the thorns spit in your face. Heroine. Drugs can be so sweet and pure like your voice. Heroine. Flying. Flying through dark rainy clouds, over fields of roses. Flying towards a mirror. Piercing through you. Falling. Falling into thorns. Hoping. Hoping the roses bloom. Safe landing. Falling slowly and sweet like your words. But the thorns.