Why does love always come as a mystery?
I sit up on my bed thinking, “Is he even missing me?”
I think to myself, is this even real? Or is that just how I wanna feel?
The thing about love is, you never know when it’s a lie
Love can come in as a beautiful disguise
The rose came with thorns and all I could think was, love is a tradgedy and love is pure brutality
I forgot that even the most beautiful things come with imperfections
I just had to take out the thorns to make true connections
To truly find what you’re looking for, you have to dig deep into the surface
You can’t take one look at the flaws and think they have no purpose
If it was truly not meant to be...
You will know and they shall see 🌹🥀