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It fades
I was tangled in your corruption
I remember your rose
It pricked eruption
Then emotions I bled
its thorns...belonging to the flower
Beauty, it may contain
Yet harms
Then wilts
Admired its richness
the color...the red
Passion you had for me
wild flames used to burn
I remember... I remember...
Tis only I can do
I knew
your heart never was mine
weren't meant to be
Gazed into your eyes, stars used to shimmer
Became dull
Blank
Words held warmth no more
Empty
Emotionless
What was I?
What were we?
Nothing but lustful partners
We were blinded
In illusion
Called it passion
Love...a foreign word it is
I hoped
even after we parted
One day
it could be...
Now I'm certain
'Tis a foolish dream
Goodbye my friend...farewell my sweet
The visions, our memories
Now I let go
Kiss goodbye
Hope your new love isn't the same-
an illusion
I remember your rose
It pricked eruption
Then emotions I bled
its thorns...belonging to the flower
Beauty, it may contain
Yet harms
Then wilts
Admired its richness
the color...the red
Passion you had for me
wild flames used to burn
I remember... I remember...
Tis only I can do
I knew
your heart never was mine
weren't meant to be
Gazed into your eyes, stars used to shimmer
Became dull
Blank
Words held warmth no more
Empty
Emotionless
What was I?
What were we?
Nothing but lustful partners
We were blinded
In illusion
Called it passion
Love...a foreign word it is
I hoped
even after we parted
One day
it could be...
Now I'm certain
'Tis a foolish dream
Goodbye my friend...farewell my sweet
The visions, our memories
Now I let go
Kiss goodbye
Hope your new love isn't the same-
an illusion
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