Black Roses
Black Roses of my heart and mind.
Never venture far.
Always present, always broken.
For myself it is one single black rose I give.
To my love it one dozen red roses I give.
Never could this ever be enough.
Not in my eyes.
Black roses in my heart.
Fire burning deep in my mind.
Pain endless pain, never comforting.
From this world there is no ecape.
The world of darkness, sorrow so deep and mourning.
A world colored black, blacker than the night.
Black roses I give to myself.
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