I misheard your emotions, I misheard your needs, I misheard my own heart, now regret counts the beats. I misheard your plans and acted like I didn’t care, Now that I’m without you, your absence is all I hear
No reaction to action Left baffled by the way you were acting From lovers to strangers, now barely reacting Love you forever to cold replies — no reenactment Yelling instead of talking, now silence is our last interaction
The black rose, your favorite The rose symbolizes love, the black, the withered and non-existent, We watched it fade and called it fate, the bloom went dark beneath love’s weight, a black rose turned red on my part much too late