The pain from a Black Rose
I tried to love her,
but she never gave me the trust I asked in return.
I tried to let her mistakes in the past go,
but all what she gave to me was pain.
I no longer have any love,
the things I used to love are no more.
Now,
I keep weilding,
and weilding,
and weilding,
like the black flower that I am.
There is no more to my soul, but what she left behind;
now you all must know for what my heart no longer has.
I have no more faith,
I only believe in my chosen place.
She said she loved me,
but all I saw was Misery.
but she never gave me the trust I asked in return.
I tried to let her mistakes in the past go,
but all what she gave to me was pain.
I no longer have any love,
the things I used to love are no more.
Now,
I keep weilding,
and weilding,
and weilding,
like the black flower that I am.
There is no more to my soul, but what she left behind;
now you all must know for what my heart no longer has.
I have no more faith,
I only believe in my chosen place.
She said she loved me,
but all I saw was Misery.
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