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These Black Petals
I’m standing in the middle of a storm
With black petals in my hair
The rain is constantly falling
Hiding the tears that are shedding from my eyes
These black petals that cling to my hair
These black petals that I wear
Used to be red, the color of my heart
Until my heart was burned
Turning it black, cold, and dead
As such, these black petals will resemble my hurt
These black petals will create an image
These black petals will hold a meaning
These black petals that cling to my hair
These black petals that I wear
I ask myself
Will they ever be red again?
These black petals
I tell myself
Will never be red again.
But who am I to determine my fate?
Who am I to question the path of my fate?
For now, I stand in the middle of this storm
Under the rain that is constantly falling
These black petals that cling to my hair
These black petals that I wear
Are, for the moment, still there.
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