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Slowing down everything to a still
So I can spend one last day with you
Before you leave my arms, my sweet rose

I see your painted lips
Silver in the moons gaze
Your eyes shimmering darkly

My rose of night
I was lost
And now that your gone....

I saw the thorns
But took hold
I offered the blood as a token of love

You were my everything
My love my sin
I had my faith in you

I stroked your cheek
Drop after drop descending onto your cheek
Streaking blood along your face
Bars of blood, bars of the flesh
In prayer to hold you a little long with life

I have no way to live
Without my Black Rose
The soft petals turned pale
Never allowed to smell her sweetness again

I sleep through nightmares
A soft touch upon my cheek
A loving kiss
Every night spent with her

If I am lucky I will wake to only crying
Having to lose you every time
Year after year
It is more than my heart can take

I write every word for you
I intake every breath remembering you
And with every exhale I smile
No sorrow will be seen

I give an embrace to you on the anniversary
Then they lay you down anew upon the earth with the stone slab
Letting the thorns prick share my blood with you once more
Watch as the rose so young withers and dies
Becoming your name sake
And the ceremony will always be
Till I get to see that sweet smile once more for real



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On Wednesday February 21st, 2007, An Expired Member (2) writes:
The flow, the striking image it creates, I must say that this turns you inside out for the broken beatuy that the poem portrays


On Wednesday February 21st, 2007, Sin (1639) writes:
you captured and conveyed a sense of longing and sadness...i saw that rose..vibrant and fresh become withered and brittle upon the grave..this was lovely ~kristy


On Saturday July 15th, 2006, mywristshurt (524) writes:
why does everything always have my name in it? it's sweet, but that makes me depressed to think that i just keep bleeding and that i have thorns.. its a good write, but it scares me a little


On Friday July 14th, 2006, heart broken suicide (26) writes:
makes me very sad...


On Saturday July 8th, 2006, Ashlar (258) writes:
ohhhh wow im in awe of this write... as for me i luv my pain and misery, i dont think i can live without it... i've felt/lived with it so long i dont remember who/how i was before i had it... it has become home for me...


On Saturday July 8th, 2006, Ashlar (258) writes:
the sadness the ache of losing a loved one is indescribable...the pain is unbearable...escape is unthinkable...


On Saturday July 8th, 2006, Ashlar (258) writes:
another one i wish i could put on my fav list... great write ♥Kiersten♥


On Thursday July 6th, 2006, An Expired Member (38) writes:
*cries alot* i am so moved by this poem. i cant describe how that touched my heart. i can feel the soft touch of a hand, the blood flowing... so sad. ~allie, the blackest rose


On Thursday July 6th, 2006, The Fool (1001) writes:
This was just sad and beautiful at the same time, my heart is laying at the ground before you so you can crush it into tiny pieces ~nightly


On Thursday July 6th, 2006, Angels Babydoll (66) writes:
Awww, this was just so sad. Damn, makes me feel like I'm there feeling the holding and the blood. Wow. I'm here for you sweetie if you ever need anything ~Love Kat



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