Paint those blood roses black, for crimson it may be, it does not convey how dark love might be...
Pick some stars off the violet sky, engrave it deep into skin if both U and I, for it is said nothing last forever, at least now, it'll last as long as we do...
Pave the path with petals and thorns, bare feet, we shall walk down tat very path, leaving behind our bloody foot prints, fade in time it will, at least those scars we bare remains...
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