I wrote this. its not that good, ill work on it more. Im just not sure what to add to it... Enjoy anyways. Lol
Walking through the forest of roses
I pluck one from the ground
The wind starts to pick up
I hear thunder and lightning crash down at me
The flowers!
Oh how their beauty has held.
They twist ever so in the harsh winds and the beating rain
I drop to the ground and take the rose out of my hair
And i weep as i see their petals slowly fall one by one.
You see. Hearts and roses are the same.
If one does not grow in the right place. It will die.
Without rain, without care, the rose will shrivel up
Without soil, without hope, the rose will wilt untill it becomes a depressing waste of space
But most of all. Love. Without it they would lose their petals and their ugly inside will show instead.
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