The last of HER kind
The roses that now sprout in the garden of my heart are lifeless
, the brilliant red that preyed upon the love we shared is now all but a heatless fire_-
with Lovat it's new reflection.
Shadows of despair corrupt the shine in my heart
and a mask of heart break suffocates my mind
I can't feel or tell reality,for the colour that painted my life faded away.