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Jessie Hopkins

(9/23/94 / Missouri, United States)

Black Rose


Driving down the highway,
laughing at stories from the day.
Swerving from lane to lane,
all of us completely insane.

Coming from a wild party,
knowing tomorrow at school we'll be tardy.
Drinking from a drug-filled bottle,
the driver goes at full throttle.

Before us, a bright light.
With a crash, everything goes white.
Everything in my line of sight
was taken from me that night.

The driver, he was my neighbor.
It's my fault he wasn't sober.
The front passenger, my best friend.
A sign of forgiveness, I hope she'll send.

But the worst of all
was my boyfriend, Saul.
I love him so much
and now I can't tell him such.

The last thing he said,
I remember everynight in bed.
His eyes, blue-green like the sea,
held tears when he said he loved me.

At their graves, I lay flowers for each.
For the driver, lilacs blue as the water at the beach.
For my friend, daisies, white like a dove.
And a black rose for my dead love.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013

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I wrote this after a girl from my school died when her car was hit by a drunk driver's car. Though I never knew her, it greatly impacted my life.

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  • John Westlake (4/29/2014 7:09:00 PM)

    Very sad, but beautiful at the same time. Mind you, the best lastw words any one can say to some one they care about is I love you. Includes a very important message also which should not be ignored (Report) Reply

  • Bri Edwards (10/12/2013 4:42:00 PM)

    thanks for sharing and for the helpful punctuation. a great story. good thing the boyfriend's name was saul....for rhyming sake....or is that rhyming's sake or? i misread stanza six at first, thinking the boyfriend said he loved you every night when you were in bed together. now i got it! much more touching. i DO hope this came from your imagination. either way, thanks for sharing. i go overboard and give it 'excellent'. (Report) Reply

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