Black Rose

When she meets with my vision my mental erupts Stuck in a passionate prison her heart I want to touch Her soul I want to grip and wish she’ll never want for more A deep kiss through her lips is what I’m lost for To exhale with her touch Is it love or I lust? Really can a young man truly feel this kind of rush I barely know her But her smile I can smell well I’m so open it’s a shame I hope she can’t tell But what to do what to say I need a next move It ant cool how I stumble when trying to be smooth So I wait from sun rise till the shine of street lights Thinking and dreaming Trying to get my words just right Never thinking to see her Laying cold under the street lights Beautiful black rose You never got to be the love of my life