ive been looking at the bunch of dried roses on my table. bittersweet memories come flooding back. sigh. i cant type it out here though. it wouldnt seem appropriate.
ever wondered why it's always roses that are given out on valentines day?
i love roses even if it isnt my favourite flower.
fascinating the way it is. the deep red petals and long thorny stalk. red says of sweetness and perhaps another darker side. one that it doesnt reveal. it's like a human. everyone wears a mask. sugary and sweet are many of us on the outside. devilish and wild is the other side of us deep down. as beautiful as in may seem, a rose pricks like a human does too. be careful where you touch or you may get hurt. as each petal falls to the ground and the rose slowly wither, the human loses it's youth and grows weaker. the more dried up a rose is, the more harmless it is.
a rose is a rose is a rose......
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