Two tulips, two tulips. The two tulips love each other. And they both love tulips. The two tulips hold hands. People cry, people scream. The Two are split up. 2 tulips become 1 tulip, and another tulip. A tulip, forced to marry a rose. The rose didn’t have a tulip. The rose only had a Rose. “A tulip and a rose is the way to go.” People shouted through out the streets. Tulips and Roses. Women and Men.
"Is it a choice to be Ace?" She asks. I don't know, Is it a choice to be a race? "Umm... Maybe you are just slow, I am sure you will like *** someday!" Why can't they just believe me? I am Ace, it is my way. Is it really that hard to see?