Rose Petals

 

Plucking how many, as the days until I meet you in person. I always think about the red color. So much passionate and romance, it says. It's never been blue in the head while it's been blue in the heart. Don't care so much effort have been given at all while the pain filling the basket, ready to pour them onto the grave yard. Dead. Smile for the people outside while the sadness grow inside. You never do the same, you will never know. Because it is going to leave unsaid until we meet.