Even A White Rose Has A Black Shadow

Even a white rose has a black shadow

We cry at goodbyes because deep down we know, the person who comes back won't be the same person who left.

I'm not afraid of heights, deep water or love. I'm afraid of falling, drowning, and a broken heart.

A challenge

Draw a monster

Now tell me

Why is it a monster?

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How can you say you know me when you've only seen my skin and not the untamed world I hide, the one that's growing deep within. You haven't heard my ribs all creak, behind each plaited vine. Or swum beneath the waterfall that cascades from my eyes, you've not been here long enough to watch a new life start, or find the rundown castle, lying just inside my heart. You haven't climbed the branches that are wrapped around each lung, swaying with the breeze, that comes dancing past my tongue. Don't mark me with your footprints if you plan to leave soon, and only get to know me when my plants are in bloom. Because the birdsong might be pretty but it's not for you they sing, and if you think my winter is cold then you don't deserve my spring.~e.h.