One day I'll leave you a black rose on your door step.
You'll see it every where you go.
No matter where you hide it, it will always find you.
I hope it brings back the memories of you and I.
I hope it brings you pain, and suffering.
Like all the suffering you put me through.
I hope you cry a river and I hope you drown in it.
Why do I want all of this to happen?
Maybe because you hurt me.
Or could it be because you killed me from the inside out?
Or maybe it was the fact that you ripped my heart from my chest,
and then stepped on it.
No it is all of them.
You hurt me so much that I just can't take it anymore.
I want you gone forever.
You are never going to hurt me again.
I can promise you that.
And the next time you see my face I'll have a smile on it.
And you didnt put there.
I'll have my arms wrapped around another mans waist and you'll be thinking to yourself what did I truely lose.
So everytime you see a black rose think of me.
WOAH! ! FRIFFIN AWESOME! ! the title n everything! ! (the numbers on the voting pole should really go past 10)
If only you knew how much this poem parallels to my life... The liars and cheaters... I'm glad that I'm not alone in these experiences, but if this happened to you, which I suspect it did, I am sorry and would never wish this upon anyone even my most vile persecutors... I give it a 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good message, the black rose the rich symbol of grievance for a romantic companion. Brush up some of the misspellings and this would look nice.