The bride in a black dress

Where the roses drift on a drying river,
My heart pounds less to the echoes of your lies

Smooth lines mark the edges
A circle looping us inside a past

The black scarf in a closet
The tears of a weeping star

That the moon was mine
And not the warmth of your skin

On a cold night,
At least for most of the nights

When you were with her,
Until the break of a new dawn

But not another colored sun
For the shade is fading

The effects of your drug waning
That it only hurts to breathe

Between sobs of rage,
Pain and ecstasy

The crystal of naivety
A rainbow sunset that I had seen

Transformed into a twilight
That now,
I am the bride in a black dress

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