Murder of the Soul
Why would he choose a blue rose?
Heaven it's sickly color
I will pretend it's pretty
For our anniversary
Oh! I understand his thoughts
Cobalt Blue my favorite___
How I enjoy my pink rose
You know one on the trellis
He did not know I was sad
He never picked up on clues
When he brought the blue rose home
Clueless or did he plan this
Plan to feed the depression
So that I would get in deep
Deeper into the despair
Despair that leads to my death
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