05. Old Heart
I'd never known what love was until you introduced colors to my dark canvas, a painting filled with black, grey, and dreadful pigments. Suddenly, you came to me with endearment, entering my wrath-filled heart. Your eyes lingered with the moon above as I fell apart, like the memories wandering in my mind on a cassette. But you were different from every mortal I met, for you did not merely listen, but you understood. You loved my bluebell and accepted my marigold. When everyone saw my belladonnas, you saw what's beneath my alias. How could I ever leave when you have me in your hold? You'll forever be my weakness until my heart grows old.
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