Black Rose Poem by Kendra Sullivan

Black Rose



6 feet under there i am
people morn over me
i try to tell them not to cry
they place a rose on my grave
it turns black
they turn there heads and they smile
shes still here for a while
she didnt finish what she started
i try to wake and then i holler
im here im here
but no one hears me
i cry and close my eyes
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