For if I were to understand
Why these black roses
Flow from your lips
I would have long ago
Been able to
Let go of my hope
Like a dying echo
Of what could have been
So beautiful
But it seems
Like life is not kind.
Once again
My frail smiles
Are shattered by words
Which to you
Can only ever be words
But I think
When you speak
Such utter beauty
Fills the silence
And I feel
That this dying voice
Can sing once more
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