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Our Dead Flower
We met in the strangest of places
One that everyone seem to fear
I feel in love with your voice
Ever since the first time
As I continued to explore the deep caves of your mind
That, instead, lost me
I was left in the dark
With no way to find my way out
However, I didn't worry
I enjoyed being in your darkness
Listening to your thoughts
Thus, our relationship began to flourish
---- Break ----
And you bean to feel the same feelings as I
I still don’t know your truth
But I want to ignore it
As we talked each day, this seed grew into a flower bud
---- Break ----
This was where I began to understand my feelings
My heart would create
Waterfalls of passion, love, and care
Many constantly pouring out, soaking you
I was so happy you knew
We taught each other many things
But I always felt like the student
You didn't let me teach you
Why not?
You distracted me with your devilish schemes
Only Satan could have whispered in your ear
The temptations he knew I couldn't resist with you there
The flower bud kept maturing
---- Break ----
I thought it would bloom into a flower
But its roots have been cut
Now, what could have been, is forever dead
Published 18th May 2013
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