It all started with a bouquet of roses,
roses that didn’t belong to me.
Those roses lead to a story,
about the perfect boy.
He was 6’1, with curly brown locks that would sit on his head, contrasting beautifully with his stormy blue eyes.
His smile was bright and infectious to those around him.
He was sarcastic and flirty, it was the reason everyone adored him.
But then there was a girl.
A girl with blonde hair fading to brown, and blue eyes that weren’t bright anymore.
Her eyes covered by the glasses she always hated.
She thought they made her look stupid, but without them she didn’t feel like herself.
This boy made her feel beautiful again.
Made her feel special.
He thought she was perfect.
And he was her entire world.
She fell in love before she knew she was falling.
When she landed, she found herself wrapped in his embrace.
His arms wrapped around her, protecting her from the world.
He was her shield.
Everything was perfect.. then she woke up.
The boy she fell for never existed.
The boy who understood her, protected her, loved her.. was never real
When she woke from that dream, she looked around hoping that maybe, just maybe it was real.
The only evidence of him was the bright, red roses placed on her desk
-Sarah F.
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Sadness
RandomThese are the things i wrote when i am depressed or sad. I dont tell anyone my feelings, i just write them and hope someone reads them oneday, so im not alone in my pain.... Jk im just a depressing piece of shiz.... ❤
