Poem One: Black Rose
Skin white as snow,
Raven black hair frame the bony face.
Long lashes, cast a shadow on his cheek bones,
Enough undeniable beauty to make you gaze.
He had full lips that used to be cherry red,
Now a pale blue.
Dead as a black rose.
With quivering lips,
And shaky hands,
I stare at him with sorrow.
Wouldn't there be a day, when I don't feel the guilt?
Wished I could rebuilt
Him and start all over.
But he was as dead as a black rose.
Graying skies, ravens' cries.
A clear sign,
Of a perished man.
I couldn't be there in time,
No matter how fast I ran.
Now dead as a black rose.
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Black Rose
Poetry" Behind every poem, Lies a story. A happy memory, Or a traumatic event. A poem is simply telling a story, Aware or not. A way for authors to express, To an extend......." - Behind Every Poem by TheHarryPot...
