Dear Black rose please turn back into Red.
As i write this I don't know if I'll be able to vividly express myself,
But this ship is sinking as I try to stay afloat.
Here's a lifeboat save yourself while i drown in my own tears.
Slowly your love for me waned while my heart got torn apart.
Dear Black Rose please turn back into Red.
I flooded your phone with our memories in hopes to reignite the fire that we have well had rather.
They say communication is key well i hope you didn't change the locks.
Wait but doesn't this work both ways? well you can also reach out to me 50-50 that's how a relationship goes.
The realest thing a person has ever told me came from your mouth and those very words made realize that I've lost you.
A highlight really?
Like couldn't you have had sugar coated that a little.
Dear Black Rose please turn back into Red.
I check up on you now and again but you never do the same because i feel like i owe you that much.
You don't feel the same, you don't even have to utter those words they say actions speak louder than words then yours have.
But I hold on...
With hopes that you'll make space and invite me into your lifeboat before this titanic sinks.
This is not a poem this is me reaching out to you.
Dear Black Rose please turn back into Red.
YOU ARE READING
THE MORNING AFTER
Poetry"My love for you runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep. Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry. When I touch your lovely skin, I get so nervous from within" a continuation of midnight thoughts my previous book if you haven't read...
