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Has anyone ever thought of this.... there should be a place where you can actually send someone dead roses.
I mean the same shop could have all the nessasary floral arangments for the certain occasion you desire; funerals, wedings, aniversarys, outta the blue i love you flowers.
Then when you have none of those in your life. They should have a few dozen bouquets set in the sun... let them dry and quiver away. Then spray them with starch and off they go to you "not-so loved one"
It may seem harsh but i think its a totaly do-able conseption.
Think about it... when your caught up in the momment and your feeling so happy and are blind to the truth... you have fresh red roses.... but in time.. they wither... become old.. and all thats left is the shell of that former beauty.
All you can do is look upon those lonely shells.. and think of the past.. remember. Now you can also take this two ways... you can be angry.. at your self... at your former lover.. Your angry at the fact that you didnt see, that you didnt stop it a thousand times.
Or you can be totally and utterly entrawled with them and hope that one day youll find that beauty in someone else. YOu look back and hope on the past.
Either way you take it.. yoiu still have dead roses.. the beauty is gone.. and theres nothing left but yourslef staring at the bouquet of disapointment.
I mean the same shop could have all the nessasary floral arangments for the certain occasion you desire; funerals, wedings, aniversarys, outta the blue i love you flowers.
Then when you have none of those in your life. They should have a few dozen bouquets set in the sun... let them dry and quiver away. Then spray them with starch and off they go to you "not-so loved one"
It may seem harsh but i think its a totaly do-able conseption.
Think about it... when your caught up in the momment and your feeling so happy and are blind to the truth... you have fresh red roses.... but in time.. they wither... become old.. and all thats left is the shell of that former beauty.
All you can do is look upon those lonely shells.. and think of the past.. remember. Now you can also take this two ways... you can be angry.. at your self... at your former lover.. Your angry at the fact that you didnt see, that you didnt stop it a thousand times.
Or you can be totally and utterly entrawled with them and hope that one day youll find that beauty in someone else. YOu look back and hope on the past.
Either way you take it.. yoiu still have dead roses.. the beauty is gone.. and theres nothing left but yourslef staring at the bouquet of disapointment.