I've really liked this guy since I was in tenth grade, so I made a little short poetic narrative about him and my feelings towards him. Here it is.
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"The Rose"
I saw a rose one day; it had to have been the most beautiful, noble, and healthy rose that I have ever seen. It was the only one left alive on the bush, so I was very tempted to pick it. As I went to go pick the beautiful, velveteen rose, I was pricked. The p***k, the small thorn of fate had pierced my pristine, pale-white fingertips. Shattered was my joy and comfort; bleeding was my confusion and questioning. But the scent and the beauty that the rose radiated filled my heart and mind had made me forget about my bloody fingertips; the rose had me indulged deep within myself and made me smile every time I’d look at its beauty, its handsome color; examining its truly dashing and intelligent qualities; and its scent that made the rose so beautifully sweet.
 Pvzzle- · Sun Apr 26, 2015 @ 03:31am · 0 Comments |
