Think of another rose....
Did you think? I bet it was the black rose! The black rose is rebirth and rejuvenation. It is the death of an old life and old habits. It's that smile from when you finally move on from that horrible ex. It is that feeling when you are dancing on that shaky table at some raggedy looking club with your best friends. It's that feeling you get when someone you like, tells you that they like you back. It's the "I love you" when you were questioning it. The black rose is confidence. It's when you finally get to stand up to the bully and tell them to go fuck themselves and you aren't scared of what could happen because you know nothing will happen. The black rose is that sexual feeling. That burst of energy when you see the one you love, naked and breathing hard next to your bare body. The black rose is the deep and pure devotion. It's finding someone who is just as fucked up as you but you will always be there for them. It's the devotion that is deep and rich and rare. It's strength and courage. The black rose is the moment that you wake up the next day when all you wanted to do was die. The black rose is your new beginning.
