Not all roses are red
What happens when the soul is dead?
This rose has been turned black
By words you can not take back
Turned as black as coal
Because her happiness you stole
Can’t you see?
She only wants to be free
From your selfish lies
So she puts on her disguise
Her happiness is just fake
She feels her life’s a big mistake
This rose is dying but not dead
With tears of despair she bled and bled
Cant just leave her for the icy hands of death
With all my love I give her life’s breathe
With my heart her life I shall restore
This rose shall be blackened no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully restoring sentiments in the gloriously flowing poem of yours Phoenix Black, The title suits very well. I love your name too by the way.10 from Tai