rose → ziall

ELEVEN

n.

[ 4:53AM ]

walking towards the door, i open it, looking to see the roses,
and a note.

i look around to see a sleepy eyed zayn with ruffled hair walking back,
i smile.

checking the time, saying 4:55AM.

i take note to wake up earlier just to see the bradford boy every morning.

walking out with the roses in hand and i look around,

the sticky air clinging to my body,

creating shivers and goosebumps to scatter every where on my skin.

i sigh, noticing people walking around, and knowing it's a saturday.

everyone's up late and early on saturday's.

i sit on a empty park bench, thinking over everything i've done,

my eyes tearing up.

i've never thought how bad my life is... until i think about it,

until my heart is weak and confesses to anything.

i wipe away my tears,

walking back and reading the note, as i go onto my roof, where the sun was peeking through.

some one who owns a heart of gold, contains a soul of sorrow.
when felt like nothing could love a tainted soul, with withered bones,
i'll be there.
- z.

i smile,

only the words of wisdom could control emotions that can't be taimed.

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hey, i hope i'm not boring you..

qotd: any pets?
aotd: a cat named gordon.

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-softlou x