Roses Are Red Dirty Poems For Him Novels & Stories

That man noticed everything, even the details I thought no one else did. Then yesterday, I woke up to roses. Not a dozen. Not a hundred. Fifteen hundred. My entire doorstep had been swallowed by red. There was a note tucked between the stems. “I miss you, Red. I still wake up reaching for you, and it’s hell when you’re not there.”

In reality, it’s hard as fuck to mock someone who sounds exactly like you. “They’ll pay,” I tell him dryly. “And then I’m taking that redhead home. Maybe the blonde too.” “I don’t know how your dick hasn’t fallen off from disease yet.” “Don’t be jealous,” I shoot back. “You’re the one who decided to settle down with one pussy for the rest of your life.” “It’s good pussy. And the fact that I’m, you know, in love with Danielle, doesn’t hurt.”

My voice was barely above a whisper, but because he was so close, he heard me. "Then what the fuck have I been doing here?" I took a glimpse into his face again and looked away. He had long, sweeping lashes that women would kill for. "You have lashes that women actually die for." I muttered, fixing my eyes on his shoulders. There was silence for a little while, i thought maybe he was meditating on what I told him. I was about to heave a sigh of relief, but I didn't. Because he started laughing. He had dimples too!

I warn the dark haired. He chuckles and shakes his head no. I roll my eyes at his childish behavior. His just turned sixteen for gods sake you'd think he'd be a little more mature instead of goofing around. “Look, I've brought you something.” He captures my attention. I frown when his smile widens and his hands show me a pure white, white rose in between his hands. “You're giving me a rose? A white rose? Are you-” “I love them because it reminds me of you. Pure, simple, elegant yet so fucking beautiful.”

My eyes widen at the sight of it. The rose is wilted, its petals on the verge of falling off. Beneath it is a glass reflecting my horrified reflection. I take the rose from the box to see what's beneath. There it is, a message in the middle of the glass, stroked in crimson. Happy 25th, Red. Love D. "Nonononono," I whisper in sheer panic, stuffing the rose back into the box and covering it quickly as I hear the doorknob rattling.

Rose looked at the horror scene with twisted horror eyes, and her small eyes had the man’s smiling, calm expression. Rose peered at him with dark eyes; even though these people were not as scary as the man before him, she couldn’t decide if she should believe this man. The man noticed a tiny blood spot on the girl’s flawless face, which came when he stabbed the man; he gritted his teeth; he found that bastard blood very dirty, and he felt she shouldn’t have something impure on this girl because she was too pure for this world even though his back was covered with that man’s blood.

She waited with held breath to hear him and she didn't plan to breath as well until he spoke up. "It's the scent of roses with a lot of intensity. I don't know what others think but to me the scent of red roses has some different level of intensity which no other rose does. So, whenever I close my eyes to imagine you, I can only picture you with red roses around you." He explained in the same soft and husky tone while looking at her intensely. Her breath hitched as soon as she heard him. "I…I'm surprised to know that I have at least a place in your thoughts if not anywhere else." She mumbled while looking away from him. He heard her without any doubt and looked at her intensely.

"Roses are red, violets are blue, and I'm crazy about you. I promise this sounded way better in my head." I laugh out loud, blushing. "I promise you, it does sound golden." "I'm glad you love it. Alexa, play Deep Memories by Ashot Danielyan." "You're gonna make me cry. This is beautiful. I love it." "I'm glad you do. Pink roses for mon femme." "Well, merci, monsieur." "Gracias." "Jordan, I couldn't find the rugit you requested, plus I don't look the part for this gorgeous atmosphere," I say, anxious. He'll be disappointed I couldn't get it because he sounded like he needed the rugit.

Since then, Theo and I have had numerous arguments. There was a time I wandered into the garden and was captivated by the roses, heavy with blooms. Red roses are my weakness, and they were so vibrant and full that I couldn't resist picking a few. It was too late when the gardener stopped me, warning that I'd be in trouble because those roses were off-limits. He told me they had belonged to Theo’s late mother, planted in her memory, and he had forbidden anyone from picking them.

' my inner voice mocked me. I gazed at the red rose in my hand which he gave me. Was I still holding it? He gave me this beautiful red rose thinking how much pure I'm but he doesn't know I can ruin this rose by my darkness. Because I'm an unlucky charm to everyone. I turned my head to back and saw him talking with Brandon and laughing quietly so the teacher won't catch them. I again turned to the window not knowing what to think so I put that rose in between my new book and closed it to secure the rose between the pages.