She is my white.
White rose of my soul.
My soul of the garden always bloomed with blue and grey flowers amid blood-stained thorns.

One day, you came.
You blossomed as the sky was drizzling rain  met the bright sun, like a miracle.

But... My tainted love began to stain you, my white rose.
I had to leave you before you love me.

The wild climbers with poison-caressed leaves are not the world for you.
My garden, a ruin, is nothing but the prison of loneliness and the ruin will someday swallow you, too.

So, I left my doors open and ran.

The years have washed like a hazy visions, and I return to find you still here.
Amidst the darkness, she shines, her white petals fluttering, infusing poetry with eloquence.
My white rose, leave before my demons inevitably arrive.

Halsey