Black Rose
' Black Rose'
Heart Wrapped by thorns
Soul yearns,
No need to mourn
Sadness leeches the soul
Peddles drip to wine
Soul turns,
Stem brought Aline
Breaking a deathly hold
Thorns loosen there hold
Kindle burns,
Her heart unfolds
Letting sorrow go
Rose no longer black
Her love,
There is no lack
Light now, is the load
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2015
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