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
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