She knows not my name,
Nor does she care from whence I came.
To her, the blood all bleeds the same.
Yes, I died for beauty,
Or rather beauty and ended me.
I loved what could not be saved,
And she saved but did not love.
Her eyes a forest,
Her smile a star,
Her heart so wicked,
It tears her apart.
Buy her a rose,
A single rose is all she asks,
But don't let a drop of blood be drawn,
For it will be the last.
Written by: Firabella Rose (me)
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