Black Rose

Black Rose

The black rose of death,
Lost loved ones it mourns,
Has dark, shadowed petals,
And stinging thorns.Thorns cause inky blood to ooze,
From the slice skin deep,
Pain is further than the wound,
From the memories, I keep.

I live in constant misery,
My fate has come undone,
I am doomed to dream of you,
Petals falling one by one.

I am a black rose wilting,
With a heart that has bled,
I am dying, now, to be with you,
No black tears will be shed.

~ by Reyna Flor on March 26, 2008.