Who ever knew,
that you would die,
from the poison.
The poision on the rose,
the thorn sharply,
cutting through the skin.
Who ever knew,
that you would die,
from picking a rose,
to give to a love one.
Who would know,
that a black rose,
could do such a thing.
The bueaty it holds,
the protection,
is more.
For if it were to die,
they'd become extinct.
So if you chose this rose,
remember to not touch a thorn,
because the stem,
is harmless,
to any human who loves.
The thorn is just there,
to protect a heart,
from being broken.
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Written April 27th, 2006
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this is eally good...i like it
awesome flow...thats important
great emo...
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Thats really really beautiful. I like that alot it had a purity to it very good job
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wow i liked it a lot. well get back at me. and umm. check mine out sometime. love keisha
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