I hope you don't believe the truth of how I can really be.
I hope you stay and be the same like we were before.
I hope you don't leave the daisy for its unvaried colors,
For a rose with thorns.
I'll probably delete this poem later throughout the day. I want to write but nothing comes out like I want it to come out. I feel empty and alone and I don't know how to explain it.. I hope you enjoyed Christmas. X