Rose

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A poem by muah:

Roses

He is my rose the Redness of my blood My Lips And my lust Did you know that I loved him Even he torn us Apart The petals we made Happiness we Made but for every petal he shed a darkness controls him but i kept loving him even the Darkness keeps on tearing us apart... It learned to love me But It makes him suffer so It will have me...
It has consumed me Now I have turn In to The darkness It wants me to become...
Now I was Covered in Darkness...

But As I realized Do I need Him He controlled the Darkness to save me but he couldn't Do it anymore It opened my Eyes and realized do i deserve this
I kept questioning myself
Over and Over again But Im never good enough for Him he Protect me from the darkness but The darkness had consumed me I was Never myself
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