Perfect White Rose~
Google a Picture of one... And you'll see.
It sits there, next to all of the others, quietly. It's fragrant, but so quiet.
When it falls from it's home, The world even above the clouds feel the tragity.
It even falls to the ground silently. Peacefully.
Laying in its perfect grave, It dies, anything but violently...
In all, we are reminded why we aren't perfect... If you understand what I mean.
Iced Drama Doll · Sun Jul 11, 2010 @ 05:19pm · 0 Comments |