I'm so confused.
Because love is a beautiful thing.
It makes everything amazing.
Perfect and mind-numbingly gorgeous.
You're drunk
Everything shines and glistens
Your mind is unaware of the world
Love is a beautiful thing
But not a flawless one
Beauty is imperfection
Imperfection is beauty.
It makes the stars shine
The girl smile
The eyes glow
Imperfection is what makes the world
Better...
Love comes with so much imperfection.
So much difficulty
If taken as serious as it can
Nothing has to be serious....
That's what I said.
Before...
Love makes things happen.
It may make the world go round
The people unite
The blood flow
But love also makes you cry
It makes you cry for days
It makes you feel guilt
It makes you suffer in silence
And hurt when you're hurting
Makes you ache
Scream in your head
Tremble
And lie to yourself
Even think the worst
It cuts you open and builds a wall
A wall so thick and high that you no longer feel what you want to
If that hasn't happened yet...
I don't know when.
It makes you spill your blood
Spill your pain
It makes you feel like nothing could ever fix you if it tried...
Love is a beautiful thing
