The Bubble Room

REYNA

                                 thebeautifulmystery

All I see are vines.
Vines of thorns,
Thorns that hold flowers.
Rare flowers.

I met one,
A girl of sunshine.
She made me smile,
I made her laugh,
But we couldn't escape the thorns.
But she never once,
Gave into despair.

She was hope.
I was me.
And we are friends.