dollhouse.

We made such beautiful rose but we forgot about the thorns, We forgot how sensible our fingertips can be and we still tried to hold the rose, hurting our fingers. But it didn't matter did it? We were hurting yet happy. But we rushed it. We hurt too many already. So I guess we both have to find a new rose to bloom. I will never forget though. Every touch, kiss, breath and look. How your smile made me smile and how your sweet voice would make me sleep well, how your arms around me would warm me up even when I had the shitiest day ever. I know I will always have you and my heart will only belong to you. But now we need air and our rose needs to live out of the shadows of our hearts to get some sun light on her beautiful figure.