Amaris was perfect. Her hair was the colour of chestnuts, her complexion was moulded by Aphrodite, and her intelligence was crafted by a computer. From being perfect in looks and school, she was also the perfect friend, always there for her friend despite what anyone else said about her or her friend, she never cared. Unless, thats what her friend thought so she wouldn't feel the sting of guilt si...

Every rose has a stem full of thorns,

But why is it that such a beauty bore this painful horn?

Is it too weak to defend itself in times of desperation?

Or is it used to provide the minds of authors and writers with inspiration?

Tulips symbolize romantic feelings, the ones that set lovers' emotions astray.

And yet, it is a rose that is used in every bouquet on Valentine's Day.

But why does a repre...

I was scared. Not of the shadows that hide under the bed, or the groans that houses make when everyone has gone to rest, no, it was something else, something that grows from your actions, learns from your doings. Your surroundings.

A fear of abandonment.

A fear of being left out, by the ones that I open my heart to in particular, the ones I have learned to care for, and it always ends up being t...