• The life I had before I met you,
    was like a rose
    opening in its first bloom.

    All had been well,
    untill you decided
    to bring me my doom.

    You acted as though
    you loved me
    and made me feel new.

    Then you turned and ran,
    leaving me alone in the dark
    all this time, it had been your evil brew.

    I was alone and scared,
    and my heart was broken
    and scarred.

    But you didn't care
    no not one bit
    your heart was cold and hard.

    Now instead of a rose in bloom,
    as you killed that with your poison,
    was a withering rose of sorrow.