Swooning over it's smell.
It is taking over my mind.
Toxic it is,
Poison it is.
Dark lonely ghoul.
Living in the shadows.
Blooming once is hundreds.
Beauty so sharp.
Scars and scars.
Lonely is carved on its every vision.
The black rose, a special one.
Blooms to reveal what's in there.
You will be startled
at that sight.
Such a beautiful girl,
With lonely carved on every vision.
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Coruscate☄
Thơ caPAINTING IS POETRY which is seen but not heard. POETRY IS A PAINTING which is heard but not seen. -Leonardo Da Vinci . . . Coruscate (...
