Purple and blue flower petals.

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Purple and blue flower petals flow through the air. The sent of cherry blossom fills the air. The water down below so clear and blue so calm. So gentle. A dyeing rose of every color, bleeds from the heart and cries from the soul. The petals fall one by one, the thorns sharpen and grow longer as it gets hurt over and over.

Submitted: March 02, 2015

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~~Purple and blue flower petals. By, Shae Kamerer

Purple and blue flower petals flow through the air. The sent of cherry blossom fills the air. The water down below so clear and blue so calm. So gentle. The sun lowers and hovers over and between the green lush hills. Painting the sky with orange, pink and, light smokey grey. The birds sing, the wolves howl. The trees mourn and shed their colorful leaves. Children play and sing. A young red haired blue eyed mother calls to her children to eat. A nice warm blissful day. Until the sky turns grey the wind blows harder and the waters become restless. Rain pours down and the family runs into the shelter of their green mini van. They drove away. When the weather calms the purple and blue flower petals still flow through the wind. With the smell of wet cherry blossoms and pine trees fill the air.
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A dyeing rose of every color. By, Shae Kamerer.


A dyeing rose of every color, bleeds from the heart and cries from the soul. The petals fall one by one, the thorns sharpen and grow longer as it gets hurt over and over. a rose of every color dies out with ease. They fade away, their lights die out, they yearn to love and dream of being loved back, they dare try and love until they get hurt. Then they lose their glow and lush petals. They get told all the time "Don't worry put your walls down, open your heart to me, I love you and I promise I wont hurt you, you don't have to be afraid" They get told this over and over like a broken record.


Each time they get hurt over and over like a ring tone, like a curse. Each time as worse as the last. They get used, abused, tortured for the sake of love. Each time loosing a petal, each time loosing a piece of their heart, their soul, their ability to love and be loved. Their ability to easily wear their heart out on their sleeve. These flowers of every color male or female. they are tortured for the sake of love, they become broken, shattered and bruised. They loose their petals one by one all the while their walls become stronger and thorns become longer and sharper.

They don't open up so easily and they don't love so easily. These roses of every color slowly die of torture for the sake of love.


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