I'm not the person you think I am,
As time passed, I've changed,
I'm not the one you knew,
I am someone new.
The human they remember,
That's not me anymore,
I was reborn, not like you'd know.
I rose from the ashes,
About to start again,
I can change everything.
As time passes, I let go of the past,
I abandoned who I was,
Wanting to start again,
A new life will soon begin.
There's a contrast between the one I am,
And who I used to be,
We're no longer the same person,
Who I was isn't the same me you see.
My life has changed; it's different now,
I burned from the pain, I rose from my cinders,
The wind blew them away,
Because they're no longer needed.
I and who I used to be are different people,
The past me is dead, no cinders left,
Red roses and black crows,
The blood I bled and the ashes of rebirth.
I had to let go of everything with tears,
I said goodbye to the being I was,
I had to forget about my fears,
To be the person I wanted to become.
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Red Roses and Black Crows
PoetryThe red blood of what we fought, the tears and the hard work crumbled apart, and the ashes of rebirth. Red rose, the love and passion, and the black crows of freedom and change, we had to break apart and transform, to become who we are today. And th...
