I wear my black suit of thorns; 
Silent judgment pierces me like sharp horns. 
My life slipped away like a whispered goodbye.

What am I? 
Who am I to you? 
The silhouette of your laughter.

Black as a rose with dew, 
My heart was consumed by blue. 
My tears fell like the rain from the sky.

My eyes trace every curve 
As I am left with blue butterflies, 
Singing a sorrowful song. 
My heart is broken, 
But it still beats for love. 
I want to bloom for my own peace.