We are but two roses in the same vase
sharing the same water
same light,
but our leaves never again touching.
You've grown colder
we've grown apart
separated yet together dying.
Tell me, why do we, roses, die so easily?
Our scents fading,
but our thorns getting sharper
in a world where all the flowers bloom
we are the ones to be wilting.
Tell me, why does the moonlight darken our colours?
I know
I will love you with all my thorns
and with my fading shades
until the last petal will fall
until the sun upon me
will stop shining.
*Tell me, why is there blood on your thorns
and why is my heart leaking?
Together we stand
divided we fall.
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