X zoner.

Feelings of a fan... only a fan-- How could that count?
But my rose, it's my heartbeats
My tears that loom here.
A wild rose, bloomed where it likes, with tears soaking the heart
Now... Dreams that are broken,
Tears that never go dry
Is that your past, Rose? A shadow which I see
But you, strong and
Unturning.
Wishes...? Go back...?
So many things that happen
And for the fact that "love" exists...
Can I cry? I see no reason to
But, what is love?
The pink spider has crashed to the ground
Like a fallen angel
To fly to its own paradise.
Leaving understanding, tears and pain.
What doesnt reality permit?
Dreams... Shattered and broken.
Can't wait to see the flow of crimson
And end the thought of it all.
You, in black, standing undetered
Maybe... Only half intact...?
But you are strong and you will stand.
"A rose, bent by the wind and pricked by
thorns, yet has its heart turned upwards".
Me... I am only weak, only
One in a crowd.
Not counted, never was.
No dreams surviving, No...
Love.
 

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