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In my fanatasy you've become a beautiful bee with violent tendencies. Myself, a black rose full of beauty, mystery, and misery. From my darkest corner, I wait with my hope to feel you on my velvet petals. In envy, I watch you fly collecting, enjoying others. But I am stuck in my corner with no voice to shout, no vibrant colors for me to stand out. Just a black rose in a dark corner, awaiting your gift of life.
Day after day, I rise. The morning dew fresh on my leaves, the sun so bright on me in my corner. I wait to hear the soft sound of your approach. The day moves on and the sun shifts. I am forced into my corner, darkness and cold surround my roots. As I return with no hope, I am just a black rose in a dark corner awaiting your gift of life.
My petals wilt and my leaves begin to sag and crisp. I am alone in my corner, dying for the season. But in my slumber of the coldest winter, I will dream of you on my violent petals. A beauty of mystery and misery, just a black rose in a dark corner, sharing your gift of life.