Oh perfect Rose,
I feel as though
I know so much about who you are,
From the dirt you're planted in
And the gates I wandered in
To the light from the midnight stars.
But sometimes at night
There's something I can't quite
Figure out about the way that you're modeled
Not the reason you scream at the moon
Or why your petals are blue
But why you are in a bottle
You tell me its to protect you
And that it helps you
Cope with the constant clips from the florist.
It helps you ignore it
And you hope that you rambling on isn't boring (its not).
You have to know that you're not all that you have
You show me the bottles you've hid from their sight
And I say its okay yes I know your pain and I want you to know I'll be here by your side
Another night passes we've confessed all our sins
Stories of all of the mess we've been in
The moonlight's a beacon for stars that seem shattered but we will be there to re-piece them again
