So, it is true, isn't it?
You don't need me.
It is true, isn't it?
That you don't want me.
A flower blooms in the spring
Absorbing the warm rays from the sun
There in the ground, and remain there forever
It's petals too pure for me to touch
My hands stained with blood from my bleeding for you
But, do you notice? No.
And, do you care? No?
But, you said you loved me!
Was it a mistake?
Were your words as empty as your heart?
Or do you enjoy tormenting me?
I have discovered your new love.
Just as handsome as you
And, who am I now?
Was it a dream?
Am I a dream?
Or am I dreaming now?
It is true, isn't it?
That I've lost my mind by losing myself in a fantasy
Well then, let me find peace within my insanity
Author notes
Option 2. I am Aemilia Veronique.
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You have penned your thoughts so well. It is a moment of despair all go through some time or the other. Very well captured. The last two lines are brilliant.
All the best!
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