It’s a beautiful thing

The way you, push me away

Let’s play a game

If I lose, then we stay the same

Forever

Your the reason why it rains on the beach

Cause you

You got thorns

Keep them to tame

If you’ll take the blame

What do you want me to say

Have it your way

I won’t say your name

As we fall

Your thorns they pierce my skin

The grass stains red

I just want to swim in...

Because life is beauty, wrapped in pain.

For every child born, someone else dies

For every victory won, someone else loses

For every job offer, someone receives a rejection

Life is beauty wrapped in pain

...

i was so innocent

so young and so pure

the world was intimidating

but a wide open door

i spoke with honesty

not scared of what others would say

i smiled with my whole body

not just my face

i danced with no care

flung my arms in the air

and sang with my heart

not my head

if you hadn’t grabbed

the knife

stabbed my chest and my mind

i’d still be so fragile and so afraid

roses have thorn...

In all beauty

There is a touch of gray

Even roses of crimson red

Will soon decay

Every monster

Seems harmless at first

But the closer you get

The more you will hurt

Behind every beauty

There is a beast

Hidden deep in cavern

But soon will retreat

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Because once you look inside

It holds partial truths

And complete lies

So now, I warn you

Of the beau...

a red soft rose

smell of literal love

gives each other hope

but when you look at what’s holding her

hard and harmful thorns,

gives each other fear.

why do roses have thorns?

Why does love hurt?

Why is it that love is what i feel

but you’re not here?

distant in my soul

attatched to my control

please be part of my defects

and make me pretty with your seriousness

lets be one and not fight more

conect...

Roses

They have thorns

To protect their beauty

From the harsh life...

Every rose is beautiful/

Or that’s what people say/

But a rose doesn’t bloom in a day/

Born a seed/

Beneath a scorching sun/

Life didn’t start with joy and fun/

Even as it grows/

Grass hoppers lick their lips/

And there is no means to avoid children’s grips/

A rose grows thorns first/

Because the world is cruel and brutal/

Without thorns even beauty is but futile/

It’s hard to enjoy/

Something...

. The Gentle Queen

Why do roses wear their thorns like tiny suits of armor?

Because beauty’s got a bite, my friend, a wild and wary charmer.

They bloom in crimson confidence, in petals velvet-soft,

But guard themselves with nature’s wit, on every emerald stalk.

“Come close and breathe me in,” she whispers, “but do respect my space—

For every kiss the sun bestows, a thorn will guard my grace.”

It...

Call me out on my bullshit

And I’ll work until I change it

Give me a time

And I’ll run until I beat it

Point out a flaw

And I’ll fight until I fix it

Challenge me

Dare me

Tell me I can’t do it

And I’ll prove to you I can

So I dare _you_

Challenge me again

Do it

Watch me win...

Roses have thorns to show that beauty is pain

Roses have thorns to show that you’re not perfect

You might be beautiful

You might be handsome

You may think you’re neither

But trust me when other people see you

You’re one or the other

Not neither

Maybe everybody is perfect

Maybe nobody is perfect

And it’s a fact that

Every little thorn

Is you

It’s who you are

Every little thorn

Is your simple...