Love

What is love but a flower on a stem

With thorns that make you bleed

Baby your all I need

Your beauty maybe on the outside

But there is nothing deep within

I am an exceptional child

With wisdom in my heart

Yet no one can see it

I hide it in the dark

My pen seems to flow

I just let it go

You'll never know

How I feel

My love is hidden way below

Yet it seems to flow through this pen

I talk to myself

No one can help

I keep it all inside

When he came

I had no one to blame

Except myself

I fell in love

What is love but a flower on a stem

With thorns that make you bleed

Baby your all I need