Cancer made an end For her

Samia Sam

"It wasn't supposed to end like that We were great , happy , in love, " she says I loved her as a part of my soul . An endless love . She was rare and exceptional just like a black rose That was her nickname Black was her favorite color I asked her why you like black ?! They use it to refer to evil " Black is life , strength , love , happiness I don't care what they say about it . "she said A star that lighted my dark side , that lighted my night She wasn't ordinary or Normal She kept saying "normal is boring just like a shy girl " She was crazy , wild and precious My black rose is gone now . Cancer made an end for her body Wrecked her body not her soul , Cancer took a precious part of me .

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