He pointed a gun at me while I pointed a rose at him. Now how did this happened?
Well, for all I know is I'm just an employee of an small little flower shop while he was my ordinary costumer. Our story wasn't all sweet nor sour. It simply is just plain. When we met I already fell head over heels for him Its a kind of pressure to be with. Sometimes when he would come to the shop and ask what kind of flowers he would buy. The most flower he buys is a red rose...red rose represents love. I would tell him everything ofcourse.
But now what matters is this as ever slowly I fall into the cold marble floor as i stare at his emotionless eyes. As bundles of rose petals would elegantly fall into the floor with my blood adoring the already crimson colors. He just shot a person that knows nothing but to be inlove. But then again i thought guns has no match for love. But as I drop dead I couldn't feel anything as I was staring at the ceiling of the white colored walls of a church.
Rose petals would continue to fall from the open windows of the church...
I completely did nothing but admire the ceiling the Image of him made me cry but smile at the same time. I couldn't understand why he shot my beating heart. It made me think he came and shoot it down to make a huge gaping hole at my heart I smiled as I bleed. Aren't we all suppose to bleed when we're hurt?
Tears would fall as the colors and warmth of my body disappear as death warp itself into me. After all we all came to love and die. Thus the gun could make a rose die I read about a novel once. It was about a tragic love story. But we all know how such story end. But in this predicament the story is not a love story but just a tragedy because the person I came to know as my romeo, my prince charming, my love at first sight. Just proven to be he never cared if i died.
But as i was about to close my eyes. I heard him say something that made me regret closing my eyes and made my bleeding heart flutter. But as salty tears fall from my eyes and my bloody mouth still has that innocent smile. I'm sorry my love but the flower shop is close for further notice. I feel the need to close my eyes as death welcome me into the darkness I shall go...
Because this heart crushing soul breaking story has come to end...For i shall now eternally sleep and may we meet again...
"You fragile rose, Your sweet fragrance made me regret such ,misery you're in. I loved you ever since your smile blossom and grew a root into my heart but as any rose had they also grew thorns that sting my heart and temped me to erase such life in your bright eyes."
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inspiration story...(Completed)
Poetry"love is like photography you can easily develope it and make it into a memory." "being inspired made you want to write every piece of stories that made you remind yourself of that person you love." "when your with that person you love your wor...
