A Rose Withered In Bloody Wine
You are the blossoms hidden in the pavements You bring the colours into my life You shine my drained heart with light pinks and smile the sun into my eyes You're like the cherry blossom that flourishes a tunnel to a garden, And when night falls, I can whiff your scents to sleep. And you were gone, withered by the wind... You spoke of a farewell before I said hello You walked away and left me in doubt As I hold your petals in hand, I await your smile again You shy away as though it was a sin, when we both know that it's all in our minds. If the garden's roses should be white, why is there a deep red down in our hearts? Why does the morning sun shine if rain falls from the sky where the stars await our waltz at night? But the sun walked away before we planted the rose It hurts like you rolled the thorns on my skin when I face the light. Oh, it hurts to lose someone I never had It's like drowning the roses in a glass of bloody wine.
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