they say beauty is relative to the eye
of
the beholder.
i get what they mean.
you dance inside my heart,
where no one else can see.
i can tell you how blue flakes
swim in your ocean eyes.
i can tell you about
the fire that
flickers inside.
it's the same one that burns inside of
me
when i think about you.
but yours is a tiny flame
mine is a wildfire
burning buildings
scorching flames
taking over anything and everything
i've ever known
YOU ARE READING
rose
Fanfictionthere's a reason she doesn't get too close; thorns prick and people bleed. *second in the word gardens series*
