The Black Rose Poem by Eleanor Rose

The Black Rose



I go to her house with a single red rose
Hoping to be accepted
You would think with a beautiful night
Her heart would be filled with love
But alas, it was not
She turned away and went into her house
Leaving me far behind
I throw that cursed red rose to the car's floor
And drive away from that darkened house
Holding back the bitter tears
The red rose should have won her heart
But sadly it was a black rose in disguise

The Black Rose
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
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