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Black Rose

Rating: 5.0

I have a rose that is black and its bleeding dark red blood
How I love to stare at it before I lay in bed
It reminds me of how broken I really am
This rose represents every part of me
With the thorns on the stem I seem to get pricked every-time I touch
Making me bleed dark red blood

But for some reason I go back for more
Guess I'm attached to the pain
Feels like the thorns just pricked my heart

And my heart is bleeding for dear life
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Eyan Desir 29 October 2009

Ouch! well expressed..nice one

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*Trusting You* 22 November 2008

great metaphor... I really like this one it is true for so many people. good job Crystal

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Vampire Heart 11 October 2008

A dark and melancholic poem, love the connection between you and the rose, very emotional, a lovely poem indeed, nice.

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