Description
It is dawn here, silent and dark. Laying down on my bed, thinking on my head. This bluring room is as my roam, without colour, but its longing. Really, it is cold here, without accompany. Why is so sadness through my path, if the happiness is a light latern of alive. Just, called my name is Rose, with wheezeling inside. Beautiful creation withing the sharpen thorn. His face is still on my head skeleton. The creature's shape haunts me everywhere I go. I can not remove the memories, called Jack. He was dumping me, makes me drawning on the ocean alone. He left me, hurts my heart easily as a knife slicing my veins. Where should I hide, if the love's taste eats me so greedy. Where is the love?. Is it still having a name of Rose and Jack on the storyboard?. I do not know. It was lost throughly the atmosphere. When the love has no name. *The_JackTown, 111014*
A ROSE [Flash Fiction]
