The thorn...

 I Just wanna see ur face light up...

With a single symbolism of luv...

A rose plycked from ores roots...

Just to give it to u...

Though it doesn't make much sense...

For Its own life source or can no longer depend...

So what gesture can i possibly make.?.

So the beauty of perals don't wither away...

Is there anything tgat can capture how i feel for u.?.

Ur a thorn the stuck my heart n released hope more on the loose...

Maybe a hand across ur cheek is enough...

Or a Kiya on ur forehead will earn me some trust...

I'd luv to show u what's been on my mind...

To honor uhere I this crazy thing called life...

From a moment of truths til the clinging end...

To know if I'm the one is the becoming od friends...

Shoyld i just hold u in arms until u fall asleep.?.

Bcuz of fall former ink u of i felt u breathe.  

I cannot liye of what hopes on in my chest...

As even the thought of ur lips pressed against mine i do fickin intense...

Va can u sense my detritus surfacing I the way i cabbie help but to stare.?.

As i await the moment our eyesights. Meet in the middle of what is like air...

Allowing the blooming of beauty to rise to the occasion to live...

Fully opened for a scent to be remembered n cravee by the tickle in the ribs...

What's fair if we never ge lost in the way fingers cassettes the skin.?.

If there's no us shared...

No accepting what is known as rare...

With n smile created by being stripped to bare a chance...

All that's needs is a split second to define a use...

A caring touch reaching for who we choose...

As if two flowers I the bush content to be free...

Or shall i just awaken from this dream.?.