Roses remind me of her.
Everything about them, brings the thought of her to my mind. Although I don't think she knows that I even exist. I tend to sway more towards the emptier places. Whilst she is a rose amongst others like her, in the bushes of the school grounds. Amongst other flowers like herself. However to me she is the most beautiful.
I raised the soft pink rose in my hand to my face. I close my eyes and take in the sweet aroma of the rose. The shape of the rose reminds me of how her short curly red hair layers around her face. The pollen makes me think of the many freckles stretched across her beautiful face. The stem reminds me of her figure, small yet strong.
Like a rose she is beautiful, yet fragile.
She is different. She is everything and more. Is it weird that I think about her so?
I have strong feelings for her, but I'm afraid of being rejected. Like a rose she has thorns. Her words are strong enough to hurt me, and those around her are like leaves.
They blind her from me. She never sees me, sitting and admiring her. I feel like a stalker. I know I'm not.
But the thought of her will just not leave me. Like the sent of rose stuck on my brain.
She is like a rose, and I hope she will accept this one that I offer.
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💙It's funny how I write this out on book and Anthony looks at it and says it reminds him of me💜best friend ever
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Person you love the most?
Person you would give a rose to?
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"..."//writing
Short StorySo depressed So empty So alone So lost So why not write it out? Eh? Writings will be here None are connected in anyway what so ever Just little story's made up in a book ⚠ this well have smut and depression involved, if you are triggered in anyway...
