One More Chance

by Cyneburg's Field
He asked for one more chance
and one more chance she gives.

One more chance for her
to smell her inner self decay
to listen to every broken pieces of her heart
as it tries it's best for every beat
to feel thorns of roses that don't even have petals
to taste the bitter-sweet love she doesn't wanna swallow
to see a fickle of hope for a bright new day.
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