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The petals keep coming, more beautiful than before.
The vines growing in my lungs, thorns pricking at my throat.
They return every day as I cough and cough, hands over my mouth as the flowers come up.
I watch idle as the roses fall, like I'm playing a game "She loves me, she loves me not."
The once white petals now painted with my blood, maybe this is my karma for falling in love.
I sit in my room praying to god, hoping that one day the pain would stop.
I hate how these feelings are so one-sided, I wish i could confess, but the thought of losing you has got me frightened.
The vines and roses grow wild in my heart, they grow up my throat and that was the start.
The day my feelings grew for you, was the day these petals started growing in me too.
The day I met you was when I knew, that my love for you started to bloom.
I never knew that it was you who would be killing me softly, but it's okay because when I'm with you my heart will always and forever be happy
