The Cursed Man
A man of no difference to any other in the world
But this man is the one who gives and doesn't take a very certain thing of value
This thing is something that shouldn't dare be threatened by any
It's the love of a special someone in the world
He is the gardener of all relationships near him
So everyday he waters the roses of relationships to keep them happily together
But each night he goes home, without the other seed to his happiness
And so he's left alone with the other roses to tend to give him little joy
But lies down every night alone and cold with only sadness to cover him
So each day no matter the growing pains along his body he tends to the beautiful roses
But one day it goes too far and he grows sick and weak
On his final moments he weeps to his sadness and the plague that follows
After the man passes away with not a single tear shed
The flowers start to wilt and losing petals one by one
Until the field of roses die right after them man that tended to them did
So then the world was dark and no gloss of flowers were seen
Only the darkness of sadness
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