Dead black rose,
falls to the ground.
Limp and fragile,
beautiful and sad.
The thorns are gone,
along with the love,
of the girl,
who once held it.
Dead black rose,
what you don't see,
you never know.
The rose has a story,
given by a guy.
But when the heart,
was broken.
The rose it died.
Dead black rose,
beautiful in it's own ways.
It's dead,
but it holds a story.
Don't walk on it,
pick it up,
and give it a home.
Dead Black Rose
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Written April 25th, 2006
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exquisite!
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i love this
its really good.
**julz** -
KICK ASS
I really like this poem it reminds me of my poem Charcole Rose! I love symbolism in poetry and you did a great job.
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