The Black Rose Poem by MeganOlivia Maxwell
The Black Rose
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I held it in my actual hand
It had a sweet scented smell
A thorn pricked my finger pouring blood
weirdly holes appear all over my body bleeding
is this real?
its soft black petals burnt my skin until there was no more
I dropped down fast and whacked the floor
Nearly dead, i held onto the black rose tightly
and quietly whispered 'Thank You.'
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
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4/25/2024 5:54:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Loving This Poem... Veriii Emotional! ! Luuv Ya Megan x x ^^*My Emo Sistaa*^^