Salty Butterscotch

Love doesn't start superbly; Courtship is to climb the thorns. From every rose that you give, Truly a test to persist. Angel's heart could be broken, Poor man's pocket could be broke. Why not plant flowering trees, If you want your warmth to bloom. Roses wrapped from abaca; Sweetheart's hands, safe from prickles. It's good to see spikes weren't cut, Yes, it hurts, yet there's still love.

Vanished clarity through cloud’s opacity, Wherein cryptic light tried to hide from reality. Days go by, still can’t acquaint translucency, From nature itself is anguished; tearful and rainy.   Decently-looking blue, yet unhappy; Too high to soar for a dreamless identity. How ugly your day is, knowing its false beauty, Without the glimpse of life, pure obscurity.   Sea mimics its darkness with scattered flares at night; Morning kills mourn with a chance of hope in sight. Daily appearance with gentle might, As it goes clear without a sign of smite.   A celestial gift from divinity still got dirt in white, Perfectly imperfect, lamely bright. Oh, how awesome seeing it so tight, Full of intention, genuinely for flights.

  Genius words from a foul-smelling mouth, Through night and day, always spits on the crowd. Lie lies on flowers as truth demands from the ground; Reality got stained, buried by the clout.   Tricky lines were written for us to believe, Making tomorrow’s reality more unreal. A daily feed of spell that charms for relief; Snakes in action for a constant seal.   Poop turns into a perfume from behind, While the scent of goodness stays unsung. Truth can be seen from being blind. Are you willing to trust?

I'll show you unyielding love through night and day, Even though you're not paying, yet there's still change. In spite of spites; through dreadful storms, I will stay, Just share with the light I'm bearing in my veins.   Butterscotch affection like an aging wine, Finely drips on tip of my hand's sweet caress. You're like a trap with a very obvious sign, Trickily made me fall, unforceful arrest.   Sweetness wrapped on guard; protection from stare, I'll be the wall that will courageously stand. Better not be wandering on vast nightmare, Because you are the flower in my dreamland .