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Holding my dying black rose, My life it does know. All the tears I had cried, Comfort me it did try. I hold it when my blood flowed, Making each tear slow. I study the flower I had, All of this making me mad. It was there for me when you were not, It stayed with me to show its love was a lot. It was given to me from you, After you left me it still stayed true. It knew all of my pain, Watched my tears fall with the rain. Now here it is dying, Proving saying 'I love you' was when you were lying. I drop the rose with pain in my heart. It feels like someone tried to stab me with a knife so sharp. It shrivels up in the floor, Part of my heart feels torn. I know it is now dead, This was how my anger was fed. I grabbed the knife that was as sharp as a thorn, To kill myself I did swore. But as you know, Did I kill myself : No. I also swore to kill you, For you not being true. When you are dead, My life will then end. All for my dead black rose in my hand.
livelifeloud added this comment 2009-12-23 15:10:32-06:00
omg..this is amazing i love it great job
livelifeloud added this comment 2009-12-23 15:10:32-06:00
omg..this is amazing i love it great job