- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Black Rose
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Spring approaches flowers bloom
The breeze persuades the buds to swoon
The flowers are healthy and the colors are vibrant
So much life entombed in strife.
What once was red has now turned black
So many things that the black rose lacks
Poison flows throughout the stems
All is telling what the future pens.
Gripping the ground for what life is left
With little to live for the poison crept
Making its' way through the charred silk
Trying to climb its' way through the suffocating filth.
With each petal poisoned and scarred
Too much to bear it's gone too far
One by one petals fell to the ground
Nothing left but a lost secret never to be found.
So much secrecy that loomed inside
So much fault so much to hide
Holding itself within contempt
Lost without a chance unable to repent.
Embracing the only choice left
Dying with secrets always to be kept
Overtaken by emotion and feeling bereft
Through the depths the poison crept.
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