Hidden motives behind those words, the nightmares on their sleeping faces.
One flower created through cruelty, waiting to fit in a garden of vases.
A story that takes place in a small quiet suburban town,
[Nev Plumeria] walking aside his line because of death from a drown.
With people of their own expected tales,
[Noélette Violaceae] Relentlessly taken around like a butterfly on sales.
Let their eyes see each other's truth, and may flowers in the pots released from Ruth.
((Btw Im definitely sure that Im not that good at writing and especially coming up with interesting stuff to read, but if you're willing to give opinions then go ahead xC I'd appreciate it so much))