the black rose

The black rose

She’s the black rose of the night,
And at days she’s okay.

Her shadow weeps,
Her memories have gone away,
At night she’s sad
And always cries
She’s thinking that hell
Is a place called home?

At days she’s okay
And she feels blue not black
And at days she’s fine
Now that you came around
She’s feeling love.

Her heart desires to be normal
But the past hunt’s her every night
She explains
But no one listens,
But now she’s fine at days
That you came along.

by darkrose
posted on 06/02/2007