He would sing alone on his empty stage,
Hiding insecurities as a faulty voice is amplified
He would sing and write to impress her heart,
But she would never see him where he stood
She would dance like an angel
Silent moves in a crowded auditorium
With each step, she would capture more of his heart
He would pay every night to see her art
I am one cursed with desire I can never fulfill
For she will never understand the fullness of my love
I am cursed because she hates me
And she will never see me for who I am
He was jealous of what she had,
Screaming to an unseen God, begging to come home
Friends and family could never console
A bleeding heart still beating for his loss
She pretended to not even see,
As if she didn't know that she was killing one so pure
It was almost a game for the sweetest of roses
But the petals were pierced by the thorns
I am one cursed with desire I can never fulfill
But I have tried too long to keep my heart in check
I am cursed because she hates me
But no one can expect me to cope any longer
The night was dark and long,
And a silver moon barely poked through the wintry clouds
Screams of pain were masked by the rain
And each drop of blood washed itself away
The following morning the policemen found
A crushed rose flower bleeding far away
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