Beauty Behind The Mask

*Beauty Behind The Mask

Am way too high in this but my voice is soft enough to whisper. I found myself a beautiful keeper
I want her to read this.

The key is to be there when you need granted peace, the treasure of bubbles i hold in my hands.
Can you help me open it?

Hard skin doesn't mean you weren't soft at the start, the search for a haven must now come to peace.
You should know that you've found it.

The bruises from the battles don't shape who you are. Let's break down the walls that keep you scared inside. I'll rip out the troubles that haunt you otherwise.
Do you think you can trust me?

The bearer of the fruit of your lustful nature i forever will be.
Rememberer of my last encounters will forever live within me
I want you to coach me.

The grave of something I will forever want to love is the drop of love hidden with you.
I'd want you to cherish.

Give me your dead flowers, lovely
The ones you see not fit to be worthy.
A good enough bundle of red roses that I wouldn't want to be placed behind me.
I'd be happy to have it.

Your dried red petals are what shine deep in the dark, a type of beauty that can be very hard to find
I need you to keep it.

A priceless blind stream of glitter hidden  underneath that hoodie, a sweet smile that makes me chuckle too.
I need you to find it
  
Know that your scars are my favourite part
Keep in mind that they are beautiful cuts
I need you to see this.

Now run, run a little longer 'till we reach the end from the start.
I'll need us to be this