Born to blossom, bloom to die

We bloom so gracefully like roses in the field

To be left without water! 

Oh, and the empty aching I always feel!

 

It’s only a simple bother.

 

But how can you say I went away?

 

My roots where so deeply planted

 

I doubt I could have swayed,

 

Take for granted strayed!

 

I always dreamed of being blue,

 

But was cursed a scarlet burn.

 

You said my true color was never true;

 

What more could I learn for you?

 

But you gave me my dream!

 

And without even realizing!
 

Clipped my stem,

 

Left me for dead,

 

Then asked me why I had turned so blue!

 

Even a hue,

 

Even a shade couldn’t bring you back to me.

 

Even my wilting efforts were just that,

 

A last try to grow once lost leaves back!

 

I’ve grown thorns in their place.

 

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[Little Amy Lee]

But was cursed a scarlet burn
I loved that
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