i know this page is the "rantings" of a chocolate crazed person, but seriously, i don't rant....haha, oh well, hi, how is every one, i feel so in the dark right now....no one comes to my blog. :(

Rose

The innocent child was a rose
with velvety skin in bloom.
Small prickly thorns here and there
to protect her personality.
A fresh fragrance smelled
after a long soothing bath.
The appearance was beautiful in
every way.
A wild rose at home
letting out every feeling
A domestic rose at school, tamed, making sure that she'll always be the perfect little angel.
Surrounded by bunches of friends
making sure that she's never lonely.
A red rose is what she is,
bashful and shy, when around her crush.
A yellow rose in the sunlight
when she's able to be hyper
A rose that has been dyed black when
hiding something from her parents
A rose, made of chocolate when trying to be sweet
to get what she wants
A rose dipped in gold,
when showing her pure heart
At the beginning of summer
she's brilliant and excited
But towards the end
a little more wilted and exhausted
She carries around petals
of emotions
The innocent child was a rose
ready to bloom into maturity

She Slowly walked over to her doom. She room was only a matter of 10 feet away. Her worst nightmare was yet to come true. Even more slowly now, she dragged her feet towards the bright light shining into the throw-up green chair. Glancing behind her, she saw three doctors closing in on her, making sure that she couldn't escape. She got into the chair, and the shined the light in her eyes. And...... *plays dramatic music*

NewYears

Glistening tears filled her eyes, and rolled down her baby soft, rosy red cheeks. She closed her eyes, tightly, thinking about what she had done. Opening her eyes once more, she looked around the room. "i've ruined it, she said,"I've ruined every one's New Year." Her eyes, which were now streaming with tears, closed once more. "my year, full of hopes and dreams have gone down the drain. This year is going to be the worst year ever yet to come..."

Death

She looked around the room, making sure everyone was looking at her. she slowly reached her hand into her pocket, blood dripping down the side of her cheek. She pulled it out, it was gleaming in the sun. Then, she put her fore-finger on the trigger. She glanced around the room once more, seeing that everyone was watching her point the gun to her head. "what?" she said, "I deserve it." She pulled her funger back and...