Disclaimer: If I owned 7th Heaven, I'd be rich, which I'm not.
Chapter 3: Black Rose Of Hate
Hate.
It's a funny word. It means that you despise someone with the deepest, darkest, coldest passion there is.
Hate is to loathe your enemies, and sometimes possibly, people who you thought were your friends.
Think of it this way. Love is like a red rose, beautiful, bright, a sign of love, happiness, and full of life.
And hate is like a black rose, ugly, dark, a sign of pure loathing, anger, and dead.
Everyone tries to give red roses and not black. But why won't people give black roses a chance.
People, like my family, who are all "happy-go-lucky", believe that hating someone is a pure sin. But you can't like everyone who comes into your life; it's a fact.
So, why don't people take the black rose once and awhile?
I don't know.
But I wish I did.
~**~End Of Chapter 3~**~
A\N: Do you like it? I'll have chapter 4 typed up soon.
-Alexa
Chapter 3: Black Rose Of Hate
Hate.
It's a funny word. It means that you despise someone with the deepest, darkest, coldest passion there is.
Hate is to loathe your enemies, and sometimes possibly, people who you thought were your friends.
Think of it this way. Love is like a red rose, beautiful, bright, a sign of love, happiness, and full of life.
And hate is like a black rose, ugly, dark, a sign of pure loathing, anger, and dead.
Everyone tries to give red roses and not black. But why won't people give black roses a chance.
People, like my family, who are all "happy-go-lucky", believe that hating someone is a pure sin. But you can't like everyone who comes into your life; it's a fact.
So, why don't people take the black rose once and awhile?
I don't know.
But I wish I did.
~**~End Of Chapter 3~**~
A\N: Do you like it? I'll have chapter 4 typed up soon.
-Alexa