How many pages have I torn from this book?
It’s filled with empty love and an empty heart.
How can I feel so alone even when you are by my side?
I cry for your arms.
When you touch me,
Your hands are cold, but it makes me warm.
How many times have I cried over a broken heart?
Looking for you in this world,
But like a garden of roses, your love truly hurts.
Full of thorns of empty promises
spikes of betrayal
slithering serpent of jealousy
Oh, my dark rose, how can I find love in your darkness?
I have no light in my heart to illuminate your way.
Oh, I am lost, my love.
Where are you?
Scream loudly so I can hear your voice.
Or rather, sing, and I will follow your melody.
Your love will be the remedy to my sickness.
so please return it to me.