Funny Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Poems Dirty 소설 & 이야기

Malachi sighed, “I bought Julliette chocolates on our last Valentine's Day, okay? We ate them together and watched a romantic movie. And I wrote her a poem.” “A poem?!” “Yes! A poem. I like poems.” I gagged, “that’s too fucking much. Nobody wants to read some sappy bullshit about how you’ll love her forever, and she’s so clever. You could never, ever leave her. And I would rather sever, your hand than lose your heart.” “Did you just rhyme for me?” Malachi chuckled. “Albeit badly.” I scoffed, “Roses are red, violets are blue, poems fucking suck, and Julliette cheated on you.”

Marigolds are yellow and hibiscus is hue, but the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Let it rain mangoes, let it rain like the reddest tomatoes squashed by a grinding stone, then paint the ceilings with that red, paint the sky red; the colour of our love, for it is ours, ours, ours. Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly,

The note read: Violet, My beautiful love I have had a special team working on this hybrid rose for you. Ever since I saw the blue flame I knew I could find a way to show you my love for you. And to remind you that with both flames working together you can do amazing things to help others. I love you. Love Jaylor. P.S. Move the paper to reveal the other present. As soon as I removed the tissue paper I saw a note on top of a dress. The note said Happy birthday on it. As soon as I read the note I thought could it really be that time already? Is is really my sixteenth birthday today? I look down lost in my own thoughts and they immediately come to a halt as I let out a gasp when I see the dress

Violet chuckled, “It's too late. She's dead.” “No.. you're Violet. You're not dead.” “Don't speak of what you do not know.” She hissed, “Violet wouldn't like if you mistook her for someone else.” Poison sighed, “Only a freak like you would come up with something so cheesy.” Violet turned, taking in the amused expression of Poison's face. “What? Why are you really here?”

Looking at the other side all I could see red, a bright and beautiful crimson. The red roses dutifuly bared their thorns, blooming, seducing; killing as the tiny flower beneath it spread its' poison without even touching enemy-anemone is poisonous even without him tampering with it, but letting it spread poison is even quicker than letting it work the normal way. Camelias bloom, beautifully but oh so silently, creating a wall none of the frights can cross. And if it tries, grabbing and biting, it chokes, as ranunculus slowly, discreetly tempers with it's nerves, driving it mad.

Lucky Red was loud and crowded, and Rome wished he hadn’t bothered to come out at all. Even after a couple of beers, he wasn’t feeling any more relaxed. “Would you lighten up?” Mark urged him. “Come on, man. Rosa’s looking hot tonight. She keeps smiling at you, and you’ve only got eyes for your beer.”

I zoned out in front of my mother's tombstone for three hours. Today was her birthday—and also the tenth anniversary of her death. Red roses were the symbol of my parents' love. Yet ten years ago today, my father watched with his own eyes as Maria Granger handed a red rose to my mother—an act that shattered her spirit completely. Red roses became my taboo. And ten years later, on this very day, my husband brought the woman who caused my mother's death, carrying those same red roses, and dealt me a fatal blow.

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Wahhh.  There are a lot of different flowers and only one caught my eyes. It was the big rose! I come closer and pick it.Hihi no one will know...shhhhh..ahhahah. I was looking at it when I saw a little paper below.I pull it down and tgere was a message. "Roses are red, violets are blue, I'll never love someone the way I love you" Wahhhhh. You're getting so close! Don't stop, push through! Go to the spot where you both say 'I love you's' for the first time.

Lia said and I nodded, swallowing hard. I stared at the familiar writing on the paper. Written on the paper was some sort of riddle in the form of a poem. Weird. "What does it say?" Lee asked. "Roses are red Violets are blue I gave my little man A bunch of gardenias" I couldn't help but laugh. It wasn't clear but I knew what she was trying to make me remember. Lee raised a brow. "Didn't know you were into flowers. How the hell did I not know?" Lee said.