We stayed laying in the field of flowers
He laughed as I told stupid jokes
He was everything I could ask for
I thought of telling him
I thought of telling him everything
But decide against it
Why would he love me?
I'm a monster compared to the people he grew up with
He has a sweet and innocent soul
While mine is tainted a red and black color
The feeling of his hands bring me back to reality
A flower crown sits on top of my messy black hair
His smile is warming and is like it's trying to say 'it's ok'
I open my mouth to say something
No words come out just silence
He tilts his head in a questioning manner
And I simple smile
We go back to laying down and tell jokes on top of the bed of flowers
It's better if my feelings are a secret
For our relationship would be like a bad version of Beauty and the Beast
He's the Beauty
And I'm the Beast
© Eli×