Posted by Reyna Flor on March 26, 2008
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.
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Miguel A. said
*tear**tear* I love it….It makes me cry inside
cristal said
i loved it!!! black rose with a blacksoul like mines
catalina said
I love it u think u can send it to me plz : )