It was when you told me that the colour of green doesn't suit me at all, " Its such a leafy, hideous shade", you had commented.
So in hopes of making you fall for me, the next day, I wore yellow : such a sophisticated colour with the resemblance of sun flowers. I liked sunflowers. Alot.
But the moment I came across you, I saw how unsatisfied your eyes were.
Later you said you despised sun flowers, and that you want me to be a rose instead. To be red, the colour of love.
I reckon smiling, lifting up my gaze to meet yours and saying - " Roses. They're beautiful, dear. I'm ready to be one, but will you accept my thorns?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Untold Stories.
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