My poem (and I guess it doesn’t have to be a Roses are Red one?) My heart is burning It's yearning for you The time ticks on It's all I can do To keep from screaming And shouting your name So the world can see This loves not in vain. My mind won't turn off I keep thinking of you These chains on my heart Oh what can I do? The minutes keep moving You're still on my mind If I could just stop it Or turn back the time Then you might still be here Standing with me Holding my hand Making me free. ——————— Extra poem for Rosie: Our love is fading slowly, Like the flowers in a field, Trying hard to catch the sun, With a shadow for a shield. They stretch up high just hoping, To get a glimpse of light, For if they could just reach it, Their petals might not die. ——— Written by me!
If I see anything to do with drawing something, I can’t help myself! I would’ve colored the roses, but I don’t have the right pencils. Hopefully y’all like it though ???
My Rosie Fan Art <3 I created a valentines version of the black lace avatar with long curled hair. Lol sorry if its blurry. My camera sucks x.x ~ Roses Are Red Violets are Blue You are amazing Believe me its true ~
I would but idk how to teach anything so I’d be like 1. Get pencil 2. Get paper 3 Wiggle tip of pencil around paper until happy with outcome
Roses are red.. Just like rosies cheeks when she blushes Especially when you bring up her crushes I wanted to join Roses for Rosie I saw this in forums when i was being Nosey. So now that I'm here rose I'd just like to say I hope that you have the most wonderful day.
Who would think a rose so sweet Would dry and crumble at the feet And blooms that scent the night and day Would steal a heart, then fade away. With petals soft and fondly red Sweet essence fills an addled head Then turns to dust before the eyes Leaving naught, but sad surprise. Who would think such thorn vine Could lift a blossom as divine And by the stem on which it stands Could so wrong an offered hand. Such strength and beauty is rarely true A blessing owned by very few As 'neath the soil, in winters keep There sleeps a rose to tear a cheek. Who would think that perfect bloom Could be a bane, a curse of doom So fine a sight, yet in disguise A rose to prick and blind the eyes.