Maybe a new type of love.
I’m like a rose that has been stomped on and my petals have been ripped off.
The fluorescent scent of mine has become toxic due to repressed poisons.
The old love told me I was not a flower but just a bud.
But this new type of love, he’s the one to wait for me to sprout my new blossoms.
He’s got a smile that captured me, stone cold, my heart is beating, this is not like me.
His hands, sweet to touch and they don’t lie, his grip that is gentle but manly. The way he hovers over me, wrapping his arms behind me, I could feel his heart beating oh how so magical it felt.
He’s different, his scars are hidden and his smile is his protection. I know he will save me, save me from the ocean of nothing.
Maybe this is a new type of love, if your petals are gone, don’t hide yourself away, there’s always someone who will love you anyway.
To Someone.
