You’ve always been a thorn in my side, reveling in my blood.
And although you’re a parasite, you’re just to beautiful a rose to cut.
And now your once red petals are turning black, tainted by my blood.
But for some reason, you don’t really harm me.
Every day you somehow manage to leave a white petal on my heart, always refreshing me.
But how is that possible?
You’ve long since turned black, the absence of color.
And your white petals left are the presence of all colors.
Unless you are causing the slow death of my friend,
the one who has always been there.
Like the wind, she slowly goes.
And like my life shes being eating away.
This is unfinished, I'm still working on it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for what you have its still great! a rose that turns to darkness but brings light and love into your heart. you always know how to speak your feelings in the most unique and amazing ways. :)