Roses Are Red Dirty Poems For Him の小説・ストーリー

What numbers? "Come here." I obeyed him behavely. I stop beside him. He faced me and smiled. "A red rose for you because I like you." He grabbed my hand and left the red rose there. My jaw drop. "A pink rose for you because you cause me joy and I deeply admire you. And that you are my saving grace." He then put another rose in my palm. I look at him mouth agape and widening eyes. "Yellow because you and I are friends. For now."

Orian rolled his eyes and I frowned flipping him the middle finger before thinking of a poem and I was beginning to regret getting him flowers. "Shall I compare thee to the sun that rises on the morrow and the moon that graces thee with its light for thou hath diest thee on a feast for lovely wenches for what is a name if it isn't to be borne and thus, thou hath my grump, here are thy roses." I stretched them out with a smile on my face. "You are not very bright, are you?" He raised a brow collecting the roses and bringing them up to his nose to smell their fragrance.

Never in my life, I did something silly. Staring at the rose, I muttered, "I love you so much, my gangsta. I can't even describe in words how much I love you. And I badly wanna say that to you. But I don't know why it took me so long to realize and tell you that", smiling at the rose, I touched its dry petals. "Now, I wanna say it. I wanna confess it. I'll tell you everything. Enough of these dirty games. My love isn't dirty for you, Abraham. It's too pure for this nasty world" I touched the petals with my lips.

"Do you think my sister was as desperate and helpless as you are now when she left, calling for help but no one was there. Joanne, you should have thought of this day when you were thinking of replacing your sister. Let me cleanse your dirty soul today.'' Blood splattered everywhere, staining this white dress of mine red, just like the red roses I love. Besides being passionate and exuberant roses also meant “I love you”. ‘I love you, Riley. If you were in heaven, could you see that I have avenged your death? We didn't have a good time in this life, let's be sisters again in the next, okay? I'll plant you a yard full of baby’s breath. I'll make money so that our mom won't have to work so har

a voice of resentment was heard. She threw red roses at my immobilized bloodied body, then they fled the scene. As red as the color of the van that sent me off to my death, my innocent blood flew to the ground. Add up the petals of the red roses that floated and danced on my yet, flesh blood. Shocked, devastated, betrayed, I mumbled just one word before seeing the dark, “Why?”

The psychotic roses bloom around the room. "I'll get you... Even if I need to destroy your whole being..." ___________________________________________ Behind the closed door, the whole family are trying to clean a room full of rubbish. The father is cleaning the windows while the mother is arranging the girl's mountain-like stuff. The brother almost trip from being chase by a mice that came out of nowhere trying to jump on his head...

''That's very sweet of you,'' I roll my eyes. He laughs loudly, ''I'm sorry, I'm not really a hopeless romantic. I'm bad at words because I just can't express them correctly. Besides, girls love it when I dirty talk—especially in bed. We can try that if you want?'' He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction while I just stare blankly at him. ''In your dreams because that's never going to happen,'' I say, smirking and he leans back on the bench before looking at the sunset. I've never found someone who hates the sunset or the sunrise because they're beautiful; I'd watch them everyday.

It was a one-bedroom apartment with a living room—very spacious. He acted completely at ease, helping me make the bed, then picking out the roses from the congratulatory bouquets the seniors had left at the door. "I'll take care of these for you." "How did you know I don't like roses?" "When you were tutoring me before, one of my mom's friends gave her a bouquet of roses. I saw you frown. I figured you probably didn't like them." Hearing his explanation, I froze for a moment. Just because he saw me frown once?

why is he even asking me these kind of questions, it makes me feel a bit uncomfortable "I understand, really but have you ever liked someone before?" "Why are you asking me all of this?" "I'll like to take you out on a date" he smile "What!" I exclaimed Roses are red Sometimes white Sometimes pink Wait what did I miss? What did you think? Hoping for a better poem, oops sorry but you might've been diss By of course me Abnormally normal isn't normal so don't expect anything too real See you next chapter Hopefully we'll meet That's enough goodbye