Her lips were like roses, so beautiful yet when you touch it, it dies as if I wasn't the thing she needed yet she still desires me like the flowers need the sun to grow, yet I'm not the sun I'm the darkness that ends the sun I'm nor the sun, just night. I lerk for her yet she doesn't appear only in my thoughts does she become, and if she was standing in front of me, I would believe the darkness is a need for her, yet she re built my heart so the flowers after all need the darkness just like that darkness can grow a love for beauty that only grows by light.
