Not red of romance: But black of darkness
The Black rose you held tighty griping it stem close to your chest
The thorn poking you with it prickly thorn
Getting secure from the black rose but have this loliness in you
Looking at the black rose as a smile approach his face
Black rose a warm secure feeling but a cold loliness feeling too
That so painful in my heart that doesn't make me whole but break me away.From my true identity willing to burst out
Fatmata kaikai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dats gentle 1..hope u could explain 2 me all u meant..