~Black Rose~ Beauty wild fragrance sweet Is it left out? As a dew drop falls like the tears we shatter We wonder to ourselves was it really nature who made this Rose black? Or was it our ugly, our sorrow, hate and anger. Why must the rose take hate? Our life is like the Black Rose. Unable to choose our own destiny. Unable to choose our lives beautiful. Our Black Rose.
Suicidal Rain · Fri Jul 30, 2010 @ 04:42am · 0 Comments |