by withtheroses » Thu Oct 04, 2018 3:03 pm
username: ♥rose♥
name: Rosalie
gender: Female
story:
Walk through this field of pink roses, reach out and brush against them. What do you see in these petals? Lost chances? Or everyone you love? How about the thorns? Do you see blood? The blood you would spill to protect your friends? Or perhaps pain and suffering? Pick one, carefully now. Don’t prick yourself on those sharp, sharp thorns. Precious child be careful. There is much more to you than that sweet innocence, I can see it. Watch out before those sharp thorns grow around your heart, and up through your mind. After you are gone, I am sure a beautiful pink rose will grow in the place you fell, but before that happens keep the darkness at bay. Hold onto your foolish, childness for a little longer. Shh don’t cry, for you must have your own thorns around you for what this cruel, cruel world has to offer you. Breathe in the sickly-sweet fragrance that occupies so much of your dreams before you wake. You were born to bear this world beautiful petals, but you soon grew thorns, which your gardeners didn’t expect. As the thorns close in to snag at you, you must start running, or turn and die fighting. Open your eyes child before you are lost forever in that cynical field of pink roses.
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withtheroses on Fri Oct 05, 2018 11:51 am, edited 1 time in total.