“When you kiss him, do you taste the poisons on his lips? When you hug him do you feel the many stabbings to your heart like a thorn bush was growing in place of it, knowing that the rose that once bloomed on that thorn bush was being pulled away, ripped from the vines, feeling love had been broken for the first time. Screaming and shaking as tears ran down your cheeks, he didnt care, he walked away with that rose in his heart, knowing he would be able to fall in love again, but she we left alone, with nothing but those sharp vines in her chest … Will she fall in love again.? Will her rose bloom once more? Or will things stay like this forever?”
