JustSome1UDontKnow

Your Love grows in a garden, Blooming bright, velvety petals that shine red and radiant towards the sun. So wonderful the color is and so soft the bloom looks, you lie down and allow yourself to be engulfed in its embrace. However, Beneath are points, and pokes, and prickles, embedding its disappointment, its doubt, its despair, biting into your cheeks, and lips, and chest as you thrash around in what you thought were silk sheets. So red, so radiant, yet so bloody. Crimson dripping from your eyes, thorns ripping your torso apart to go to your heart beating rapidly. The begging and the screaming and the oh god, why did this happen un