My last words.

I was in the middle of a flower field. The only thing I coild see for miles, was pure beauty. The only thing I could smell was the smell of roses. The only thing I felt was the sun gleaming off my unhidden pale skin. All of a sudden I felt a raindrop trickle down my cheek, and I heard the last beat of my heart.. as I fall to my knees, I see what I once saw... the roses turn black as the heart inside of me that once beat. My head spins in circles, and my skin runs cold. I close my eyes tight, and force a shy smile. I whisper my last words... "It all makes sense now. The roses represented my heart.. once full of color and never ending joy. Now they have turned black, and the once blooming soft pettles fall to the ground. The storms have been much too heavy, and the nights much too cold. I am a rose. The idea of a rose is simply beautiful.. even if it is dying.
Sincerely Yours, Haley.