Some like it in pink or yellow. I like it red. So does Rose. The color of passion/love and blood at the same time. Odd I know. So pretty upon looks but touching her thorns can make u bleed like the Nile. Bittersweet right? Seeing as though darkness allows her not to see and wither in her own scary thoughts, I grab her hand to show her the light so she can grow far beyond any flower around her. While trying to touch the sky, she still goes to the bottom of the popcorn bag to eat kernels (can you say Weird?). Her thorns means she likes pain, so she scratches the poisonous whelps of bug bites cause she says it feels good to scratch her problems away. It's ironic that she doesn't think she has a "G" Spot seeing as though...well "G" ("initial"ly). But that's cause she hasn't met "me". I see melodic notes on the nape of her neck. Sexy. I hear she sings like a bird. Hopefully its one of the birds that come out early in the morning cause I like to start the day off right. At the prime of the day, her shape is absolutely fantastic (I wanted to say hourglass but that's too cliche), ya know wit the sun shining and all..photosynthesis. Rose..sun-shining.. *light* (I missed y'all wit that one). It's so damn pretty to me. A fantasy is for all thoughts to decease, for one to lose all ambitions and let it ride but a fear is to find out that no one gave a damn whether she did or didn't. Makes perfect sense..to me. She can tell the difference between artificial light and the real deal which is the reason I still stay in contact. It's sad to know that the artificial will put on a good front for the real deal and she might not be able to grown as tall and strong as possible, but that's a part of life right? Eventually she will come to see that all she has to do is step outside and look up. Soak up the light Rose.
*I tried lol.
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