Sometimes asking is the hardest part

Caught in a web of roses.

Luscious night, welcome me to your bosom once more,
so I shall be welcomed into the grove in which my soul was born.

Realizing that your heart beats excitedly for the person you're not with can only tire you and make you question everything

I run my own fingers through my hair just to pretend like someone's there and cares.

Beauty masks the pain underneath, though only one can see through my disguise.

Lies interwoven with roses interwoven with love

I'll look down, but I'll always be thinking of you

What if I told her I'm already gone?

Can you love me for me? The beast without beauty...