Black Rose

The rose I had given her was ugly
I mean it was turning black and it was alone

alone in a vase and waiting for someone to care
It seems like it wants to crawl out of the vase and into my hands

I see it and still think its beautiful
My mind knows it,its dead as can be

She left it there to rot?
She didn't care for a stupid flower

Such a rose with great color,now gone and where?
I cherished that rose as if were my love for her

I hold the rose one last time and smell it
My nostrils become excited,due to the dead smell

Wait a minute that rose is acting the way she is
She doesn't want me and that rose wants to get away from me

I forgot that rose had thorns and my hand is bleeding
She is protecting herself from me

Good-bye My love