She’s so beautiful, delicate like a rose.

I thought she was perfect but Every rose has their thorns and everyone bleeds their thoughts sometimes.

How are we so opposite ?

We have both entangled your heart, and your love has strangled me.

I wonder if she’s easy to read like a page from a book, a page that is so easily folded.

I’m like an enigma, not easily moulded.

While my heart unravels, her heart travels and We are loved by the same person.