The Black Rose is Dead

By:Sarah Wood

You tore my heart, you ripped my flesh

The black rose is dead

Dead.

Why did you do this to me?

You took a searing dagger and stabbed my heart down the middle

It used to be so tender and gentle

Now it has turned to icy stone

I still love you with what remains of that heart

But why do you continue to murder me in cold blood?

I did my best, but I guess it wasn't good enough

The black rose is dead.

Dead.

Even though you did this to me, I continue to pray and hope the best for you

Through the never-ending pain, I forgive you

But nothing will ever be the same again

The sun will never shine again with the same warm, gentle glow

The trees will never whisper their secrets to my listening ears

The very air I breathe will never smell so refreshing and sweet without you

My life now carries an eternal scar, not seen, but felt

The black rose is dead

Dead.

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Date: April 7, 2004