Black Rose
I just met a girl she's everything I want her to be
it feels like she came out of my dreams to only
be with me. how can it be that woman like her
could wait around for a man like me? It feels like
I'm falling into her magick spell. She is like a
demon sent from hell. It's hard to believe this
black rose was meant for me.
She is soft and tender she is like a spirit that haunts
me in my dreams she is the countess for me she is my
black rose.
She is soo beautiful everytime when I look at her
she can melt my cold black heart away. She has long
hair darker than the blackest night with blue
eyes that makes my temperature rise. Her skin
is soo white and feels soo smooth. Her hands are
soft and warm. A kiss from her bright red lips
can give me feelings of sweet intoxication.
I see her whenever it rains she dances along the
graves she takes away all of my pain away she is my
black rose
I wanna walk through a graveyard with you
take my hand and dance with me under the pale
moonlight the wolve's howl's at the moon will be our song
Look deep into my eyes and fall under my spell I can see
the fire burning in your eyes my dear don't hesitate
take me as you will let me taste your blood and you can take
mines and together we shall always be one.
I need her when I walk through the darkness with
her on my mind I will never be alone I love my black rose
her enternally.
I see her in my dreams she is all I need she is the living
dead girl that comes to me and keeps me company she is my
beautiful zombie that comes to me her skin pierces through
me she is my black rose and she smells so tenderly.
Copyright © Matthew Walker | Year Posted 2010
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