What if love is just a feeling? An idea of what could be? Is that a longing to be something great? Then what is greatness in the eternal longing? She is beauty in the petals of flaws.
In the imperfection of a slight smile, a wonder that can no longer hold. Follow the ups that drown the turns. I love when facings take another form.
When the nothings find translations into sound. It is here hidden in these walls that we keep a treasure lost. Open that garden so that secrets can find relief.