Blooming thoughts.

Your scars.

I know how hard it is to say what you mean, but it's time you do so.

I wish I could open my eyes into yours, and get lost in that dark shade.

There is no past now, no more haunting me even when I sleep.

But your voice is all I want to hear every day of my life.

Even though you taking your time to me means so much more.

I wish you wouldn't have changed your mind about me.

Because you don't know how much love I can give to you and your scars.