(this isnt a rose fanfic.) A rose with a thousand thorns.

:c

my mother used to tell me "dont draw black hearts because you'll never find love!"

but all she meant was that black hearts were ugly.

she always made me scared of being ugly
scared of ever drawing a black heart.

but, as time passes, as i give my heart to people.
my heart was inked in negativity.
their pens carved words deep in my heart.

Even now they take shape today.

my pen in hand i draw hearts a million times over, in black ink.

i can't help it, i have been naive.
i didnt listen to you mother.

So, please tell me, can you find love in your heart for me?

i am blinded by the color of night as she says yes.
but i see my heart is as dark as coal and still shes lingered so long.