I dislike the morals of love. A squander of feelings, which only led one to a dead end – an ending with their death. This only meant that there was an increase in funerals; funerals were given to commemorate the broken hearts of those fallen soldiers. I detested roses. They came in many sizes and colours but were only fool's gold. They sent such mixed signals that could blind a blind man into false love.
To you, however, the rose garden was nothing but beautiful. I scanned your face, as one does to catch a culprit red-handed. I caught you red-handed. Must I remind you that we have hosted many funerals for the many times that your heart has been broken? Yet you stand here, amongst all these fake flourishes, pondering about only-you-know what. You have always agreed with the fact that love kills, slaughters even, but you are still here, in hopes that love will heal you, that these roses will heal you.
So answer me this, why is there yet another bite, this time on your neck?
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Heyyyyyoooo smellies haha. Smile and don't die :) ya'll will be fine ♡
-Muni
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Mosquito Bites
General FictionWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
