LOVE IS IN THE AIR
Valentines Day and although it hasn't exactly happened yet, my school has celebrated ours, with the distribution of roses.
The Rose Family-
The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose -
But were always a rose.
By Robert Frost
[I think I'll do this poem for english :)]
It's all for fun- I know that...
But it hurts, you know? To not get one.
I wasn't to bummed out, just a little... shattered, like a mirror- cracked, showing a reflection of a broken person.
(LOL, this made me laugh *this is really inappropriate commentary...sorry /:*)
So seeing as we're are watching the Dead Poets Society in english I'll honour it with a poem about the heartache of that cruel and vicious beast in the disguise we know as Valentines Day...
What a lovely day; Valentines Day
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Valentines is a cruel reminder
That no one loves you.
By Rebecca Weatherby
Deep, ha?
Oh well, I like black roses more than red :)
There's always next year I suppose...
Maybe cupid will grace my life with his arrow....
( *that sounded sexual* get it "life" "arrow" WOW the deepness from this blog has vanish)
But I'll leave you with a quote
You can complain that roses have thorns or rejoice that thorns have roses
-Tom Wilson
It's true, the best way to any persons heart is through the stomach...
Friday, February 12, 2010
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ngaww you poor thing..
ReplyDeleteveryy deep indeed rebecca