Disclaimer: All belongs to [surprise surprise] JK Rowling. Ha.
Wilt
Have you ever seen those children playing in the park? Sometimes they'd get bored and explore. They'd come across a bush of flowers. They'd be so tempted by their beauty, and pick them.
And because of that blindness they'd miss the thorns.
When you asked me out you don't know how much shock I was in. I repeatedly pinched myself till it bruised to get me out of that cruel dream. I didn't think it was true. Neither did anyone else. When you used to walk me to my lessons people stopped and stared at us, whispering to their friends. A lot of girls glared at me. I felt so scared, then I remembered you were there. Then I didn't feel so scared anymore.
You used to see the world as dark and dangerous, trying to ruin you with whatever chance it got. You saw no real, pure fun. Everything you laughed at was dark. Black humour. I found that quite frustrating at times.
You approached everything with a 'what's in it for me' approach. All 'give and take' or just 'take'. There was no 'give.' I admit it. You had a cold heart.
So then you broke up with me. You even told me why.
"Gin, I love you, but this isn't going to work. We're not meant for each other. Everybody knows that. The further we go, the more people are going to hate it. We have to end this."
Face it. Society ruled you. You had no opinion, even though you look like you do. You neglected yourself and slaved yourself away to other people's satisfaction. In your heart you know this.
I feel sorry for you. You're barely eighteen and already have to strive to try and relieve the pressure people are constantly building up on you.
Have you ever seen those children playing in the park? Sometimes they'd get bored and explore. They'd come across a bush of roses. They'd be so tempted by their beauty, and try and pick them.
But in the midst of it all, they'd miss the thorns.
You were the rose, and I was the child. (A/N not the bored part though I just put that in there to make it flow lol)
Roses, are so beautiful, so well presented, smell so sweet, but they bring with them an air of mystery. That is what compels people to go further, to pick them. Roses can also make you bleed.
You made me bleed.
Children, are so innocent, with so limited knowledge of what is in this world. But once they realise the dangers through their mistakes, they never make the same mistake again.
But as we all know, roses, will eventually, wilt.
And Draco, guess what?
Because of that one overly powerful word: society,
You're gonna wilt too.
~Review~
Wilt
Have you ever seen those children playing in the park? Sometimes they'd get bored and explore. They'd come across a bush of flowers. They'd be so tempted by their beauty, and pick them.
And because of that blindness they'd miss the thorns.
When you asked me out you don't know how much shock I was in. I repeatedly pinched myself till it bruised to get me out of that cruel dream. I didn't think it was true. Neither did anyone else. When you used to walk me to my lessons people stopped and stared at us, whispering to their friends. A lot of girls glared at me. I felt so scared, then I remembered you were there. Then I didn't feel so scared anymore.
You used to see the world as dark and dangerous, trying to ruin you with whatever chance it got. You saw no real, pure fun. Everything you laughed at was dark. Black humour. I found that quite frustrating at times.
You approached everything with a 'what's in it for me' approach. All 'give and take' or just 'take'. There was no 'give.' I admit it. You had a cold heart.
So then you broke up with me. You even told me why.
"Gin, I love you, but this isn't going to work. We're not meant for each other. Everybody knows that. The further we go, the more people are going to hate it. We have to end this."
Face it. Society ruled you. You had no opinion, even though you look like you do. You neglected yourself and slaved yourself away to other people's satisfaction. In your heart you know this.
I feel sorry for you. You're barely eighteen and already have to strive to try and relieve the pressure people are constantly building up on you.
Have you ever seen those children playing in the park? Sometimes they'd get bored and explore. They'd come across a bush of roses. They'd be so tempted by their beauty, and try and pick them.
But in the midst of it all, they'd miss the thorns.
You were the rose, and I was the child. (A/N not the bored part though I just put that in there to make it flow lol)
Roses, are so beautiful, so well presented, smell so sweet, but they bring with them an air of mystery. That is what compels people to go further, to pick them. Roses can also make you bleed.
You made me bleed.
Children, are so innocent, with so limited knowledge of what is in this world. But once they realise the dangers through their mistakes, they never make the same mistake again.
But as we all know, roses, will eventually, wilt.
And Draco, guess what?
Because of that one overly powerful word: society,
You're gonna wilt too.
~Review~