by Brett
It was then the grimace I chose,
For you were my one, my only,
My blood-red, fragile rose.
I wished upon you death and grief,
I wished upon you fear,
And within every wish I spit,
I shed but every tear.
Jealousy and spite,
And anger can devour me whole,
For I never wanted to hurt you,
Before you broke my soul.
You proved me the stupidity,
The ignorance of mankind,
The way you turn you back on me,
As you haunted my very mind.
I thought about you night and day,
And never broke an hour,
And yes, my heart, though cold as stone,
Grew heavier and sour.
I never wished to speak to you,
Never wanted to hear your voice,
But you, you've come back to me,
By resort or by choice?
I really don't think I could allow
Your intoxication to take hold,
I made my mistake but once,
But my lesson has been sold.
You taught me long ago
Of your confused and deceiving heart,
You act as if it never happened,
As if you never tore me apart.
Forgive me do I shake,
As I touch you once again,
And pass but every tear
As you whisper what was then.
It never happened I believe,
As I stroke your golden hair,
And you say it never happened,
You never left me there.
And sadly, I believe you,
Before I stir from endless dream,
To find you crying on my shoulder,
Not at all what you seem.
And yet I stroke your hair,
And tremble the grimace I chose,
For you are the one I can never love,
My blood-red, fragile rose
