shuzuko

I woke up and donned my face Every single morn' So that no one could ever see The me that's broke and torn. The shy scared girl that hid inside This cold and heartless shell I sat in wait and shed my tears In my self-created hell. All they saw were adorning scars Dents that surely covered Anything that lay beneath Things they could never discover. And yet there's one who took his time And evaded all my scorns Eventually he found inside The rose within the thorns.

Strength seeps through the ground flowing from his stance, his posture; Roots that remain unwavering by his shoulder-width apart. He defies logic and reason and defines it in the same breath; an intimation of his own conclusion, confident, absolute, concrete except for the endless possibilities; Would you be so daring as to fantasize... Touch, feel the strength teasing your fingertips such an intense wave of electricity: Tendrils of excitement tying up your breath, the sweetest asphyxiation. Taste, if you would be so bold... Just a terrifying thought that makes your mouth water. Would his kiss be gentle, demanding, intoxicatin