I can never speak the words.
I can never tell this tale.
I keep trying to run away from it.
I am sorry for this I fail.
There doesn't seem I have anything left.
Then you come along and I fill with false hope.
And it's hard to fill something that is empty.
Yeah, it's hard,
but my heart just disregards
the turmoil this causes me
when I look into your peaceful eyes.
I get drawn in to a place that is fantasy.
But a nightmare is what I am.
Cursed, I can only be.
Never meant to be.
Petals die when I touch them.
Love me not.
If I could rub a star,
I would wish from afar,
that I could tell you my heart
and lift this curse away.

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