And people hate me 'Cause I'm better than you And people hate me And that's the ******** truth
One night, while I was tending to my garden, I happened to stumble upon a beautiful rose. It's scarlet pedals redder than any flower I'd seen in my life. Quite unusual for I had planted no such thing before. It suddenly spoke to me. It told me of great happenings and nuisances she has had in her small life. We spoke for hours. It seemed we'd known each other our whole lives in those small hours of the night. Soon I'd come around to meet her companions. Several would become friends with I. Though some would just get in the way. Several hornets would get in between our soon growing feelings. I'd fend them off easily to protect my sacred flower. Through our conversations, it felt as though a certain feeling would grow between us. These feelings would begin to stir, and eventually I'd fall in love with the rose. But she was indeed, a rose afterall. I knew she wouldn't accept me, for I am but a simple man, and she is a rose of which her beauty can not be matched. 'Twas until one night, much like this one, where a friendly bumblebee told me secrets of which I had not known of my beautiful rose. He told me that in the same way I started to have feelings for my beautiful rose, she had begun to share the same emotions I had felt for the longest time. I eventually came to terms with myself and confessed to my rose how I felt. Believing she would reject me, being the simple man that I am. After embarrassing myself enough, I felt even more nervous, as I slowly slipped the words from my mouth. I could not revert them, for they had been set free. I wanted her to be mine, but I knew it could never be. And as such I felt ashamed, though I was enlightened of my shame when I saw the petals of her acceptance bloom, like never before, in front of me. And now, as the keeper of my beautiful rose, I must now protect her from tigers and prune my flower so she can forever remain the beauty she was that night I met her, and the night she became mine.
Dedicated to my angel, Autumn. heart twisted
People hate me And you can all ******** off I'm perfect, pissed off, beautiful and God
[.Shinya.Lockheart.] · Wed May 31, 2006 @ 03:57am · 1 Comments |