The Last Rose There is a hill which blooms roses bright. Roses of all colours, pink,red and White. A hill which before industry vibrantly thrived. A hill destined to forever continue alive. A hill thrown into machines, factories and pain. A hill which sacrificed nature for a stranger's game. When the shrubs overgrow and the leaves turn the colour of rust, I will climb the hill and pick the last Rose for you in love and in lust. Through the stormy weather and heavy mist. The last fighting Rose, rain yet sun kissed, Will stay there for me to take. A Rose which will present beauty and power which no #life could brake.

When #life gives you lemons you make lemonade!  But unless you have some sugar and water your lemonade is gonna suck!!!!!!!!

I am not a nerd I am just smarter than u!

The #life: In the moonlight I wait, dreaming the night, To be as vibrant and delightful as the very first sunlight. Thinking back through my #life and treasuring the times we shared. Feeling important and discovering who always cared. Understanding the means of love to make the right kind of move. Every day round bends and roads, everyday trying to get through. Praying every step to confirm the things we want. Cursing the devils who rob us so we can't. Calming myself to feel less scared. Not knowing, there was no way I could ever be prepared. Drowning my sorrows in an ecstasy of past, But how can I look so far back? Till now it has been great, and I don't want to tempt any more fate. Maybe cooling, shutting down is the only future, to be found.