The Crimson Colored Goodbye

I still have that white rose,
the first one in my life.
The rose that resembles innocence
and assured me you were mine.

I have that pretty flower
that makes me laugh and cry.
I still see you from the shadows,
you know I've always been shy.
I cry as my heart's sentenced to the gallows
of a love that isn't mine.

The last rose glistens brightly,
from the fresh tears I cried.
As the knife pressured in my wrist,
lets the droplets fall in her petals and I sigh.

I used to watch you from afar,
where no one could see me.
Call me a stalker,whatever you want.
I just wanted to believe.

Memories flood my head
and I begin to cry,
just from the fact
that you will never be mine.

The white rose covered in crimson,
such a beautiful sight.
And to think that filthy blood,
once it had been mine.

You know I was a disaster,
right from the start.
You told me to not live faster
because that would tear us apart.

So stupid,I believed you,
I fell for your stupid trick.
Now my life is torned to pieces,
how could you be so sick?

Now this rose is stained in red,
red and color from my veins
But you needed to make me feel this,
I had to feel this pain.

You are disgusting,
I hope you know.
You can't control this,
You're out of control.

I hope you find the rose,
I kept hidden from you.
It's in the secret locker,
the one you helped me choose.

Now,excuse me,
hell's gates are opened
and I must walk to my Lord.
The Devil helped me well
and my broken soul is what I sold.

The white rose had withered,
oh how time flies,
the message hidden in my rose,
was a crimson colored goodbye.