Drums & Roses
by pikamew6
I am James. She is Jessie. While she is my rose, I am her drum. Ah, my beautiful Rose,
lovely, perfect in every way. Such a pretty red Rose, but wait. I see thorns. Thorns that
puncture my heart every time she gets mad at me. Thorns that keep her from showing her true
self, thorns holding her heart inside. Oh, I love her so much, and I think, I know! that she
loves me. But her thorns, oh those dangerous, hurtful thorns, they push us apart. I long to hug
her, throw my arms around her. I long to kiss those perfect, ruby lips. I dream of her, wishing
she'll figure it out. But every morning, nothing's changed. I yearn for her so!
That is why I carry around a rose. Sure, they're beautiful. And romantic. But then why
not carry my blue and white ones? Because, the red one is my Jessie, my Rose. It is the color
of her hair, so fiery and red. Beautiful. If she only realized, that perfect flower I love so
much is her! But I am continuously pushed away, without her even realizing it.
That is why I'm her drum. She hits me, but I'm built strong. Oh, she hits me over and over.
But each time, my surface hurls away the pain, in hope that she'll someday realize I would take
any kind of pain, as long as it was for her, and her alone. So every time she hits me, her
Drum, I think about telling her, telling her all I have just told you.But I cannot. I haven't
got the courage. One day, I fear, she'll hit me so hard, I will puncture. A drum isn't of any
importance if it isn't to be played. But I know she cares, and she told me once, that my
repeated blows are only love taps....
Eeeeeee-heee-oooooo! The thought of her and I togther, well, that's exciting. A wedding
with flowers, all roses of course, and people, and- oh, my, I forgot about Jessebelle. She'd
ruin it somehow. She would never let me be with Jessie. Oh, well, I have got my dreams, haven't
I?
Well, as much as I'd love to tell you more about my rose, I can't. She needs to talk to me.
She says she's got something really important to tell me.
THE END
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Okay, I know that was like Lemons & Limes, but it was sweet I think. I am a voice-double to
James's laugh, so anybody want to hear it e-mail me at: pikamew6@pokefreak.zzn.com
If you wanna join Team Rocket, visit my site at: http://run.to/team_rockets_hideout
If you'd like a new e-mail service, visit mine! It's available at: http://pikaporeon.zzn.com
Thanks for reading!!!
Pikamew6
by pikamew6
I am James. She is Jessie. While she is my rose, I am her drum. Ah, my beautiful Rose,
lovely, perfect in every way. Such a pretty red Rose, but wait. I see thorns. Thorns that
puncture my heart every time she gets mad at me. Thorns that keep her from showing her true
self, thorns holding her heart inside. Oh, I love her so much, and I think, I know! that she
loves me. But her thorns, oh those dangerous, hurtful thorns, they push us apart. I long to hug
her, throw my arms around her. I long to kiss those perfect, ruby lips. I dream of her, wishing
she'll figure it out. But every morning, nothing's changed. I yearn for her so!
That is why I carry around a rose. Sure, they're beautiful. And romantic. But then why
not carry my blue and white ones? Because, the red one is my Jessie, my Rose. It is the color
of her hair, so fiery and red. Beautiful. If she only realized, that perfect flower I love so
much is her! But I am continuously pushed away, without her even realizing it.
That is why I'm her drum. She hits me, but I'm built strong. Oh, she hits me over and over.
But each time, my surface hurls away the pain, in hope that she'll someday realize I would take
any kind of pain, as long as it was for her, and her alone. So every time she hits me, her
Drum, I think about telling her, telling her all I have just told you.But I cannot. I haven't
got the courage. One day, I fear, she'll hit me so hard, I will puncture. A drum isn't of any
importance if it isn't to be played. But I know she cares, and she told me once, that my
repeated blows are only love taps....
Eeeeeee-heee-oooooo! The thought of her and I togther, well, that's exciting. A wedding
with flowers, all roses of course, and people, and- oh, my, I forgot about Jessebelle. She'd
ruin it somehow. She would never let me be with Jessie. Oh, well, I have got my dreams, haven't
I?
Well, as much as I'd love to tell you more about my rose, I can't. She needs to talk to me.
She says she's got something really important to tell me.
THE END
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, I know that was like Lemons & Limes, but it was sweet I think. I am a voice-double to
James's laugh, so anybody want to hear it e-mail me at: pikamew6@pokefreak.zzn.com
If you wanna join Team Rocket, visit my site at: http://run.to/team_rockets_hideout
If you'd like a new e-mail service, visit mine! It's available at: http://pikaporeon.zzn.com
Thanks for reading!!!
Pikamew6