Shallow wells

thorns

It's just a seed it won't be able to grow.

But Everytime you smile it rained on the seed.

Its breaking out of it's shell and reaching towards the light in your brilliant eyes.

I need it to die.

To wilt.

You cannot see it.

Cause when it blossoms.

Grows into my heart
As a beautiful rose.

Then after the beauty
My rose will grow thorns.

Thorns that will dig into open wounds.

And I'll be ripped apart once again.

So I need it to die.

To wilt.

Cause you cannot see it.

...🖤