Afterdeath/Poth Story Pile (Complete)

Lovely little things

Dont mind the song, it has nothing to do with this chapter))

  They always said love was a walk way of roses, that one day you'll find the best rose out of the shrubs that decorated the pathway which was supposed to be sweet as well. Oh does Death want to destroy the one who told him that, he's picked at thorns and tripped, trying to get the rose buried deep into the shrubs. Though his path had found a differ aproch, soft red tulips covered this path, with spiders who's bite stung like burning coal.

  Death never like roses, he instead left the white and gold rose for a softer flower, one that needed more care and love, that wouldn't wilt and hurt him. He found Geno to be the soft tulip in a fild full of roses, all the dark dead shade of black.

  Now for our said skeleton, love had been nothing but a path of pain, he too was looking for the right rose, but all had been buried in thick thorns that cut his hands, he gave up. Though he had meet the soft wilted Lilly, petals torn and withered away. Death had always strikes an interest in him, as for some reason, both skeletons found that the paths they took lead them to each other, eyes looked and boney fingers intertwined. Black roses turned into a field of read and black angle bells, hanging around them.

  Now long down the road, a new flower sprouts, one devoided of color, a small daisy, fragile but elegant, grew between the now growing Lilly and Tulip. Its rightful home.

  Goth didnt belong really, but no matter how many people forced upon the family, they stayed in piece, because as far as any of them knew, the only quote that was remotely true was, 'its the little things in life that matter' and the little things the used to be wilted Lilly had were in fact lovely.

Yea dont know why I wrote this as a crap load of flower metaphors but OK, anyway,had to write something fluffy because very_punny_skele0 couldn't handle all of the angst >:Y so yea. Anyway thats all folks!))