Blackend Rose - Poem by shonda barnes
My heart started out as A red rosebud.With love, and happiness it bloomed.It was as red as blood.Pure, and true.I put all my trust in you.'What did I do? 'Why could'nt you love me the way that I loved you? 'With every hit from your fist my rose started to wilt.Fight after fight.Night after night my red rose blackend.This is tragic, and sad that the man I loved had to be so bad.I learned A lesson in loving you.The next man I love will be pure, and true.HE will heal the wilt with A gentle touch.He will take the blackness by telling me day after day he love's me so much.My rose will be red and bloomed when he is done. For I will forget you.
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