Poezja

Not red of romance
But black of darkness The Black rose you held tighty griping
Its stem close to your chest The thorn poking you with it prickly thorn Getting secure from the black rose
But have this loliness in you Looking at the black rose as a smile approach his face Black rose a warm secure feeling  
Thou cold loliness feeling tooThat so painful in my heart
That doesn't make me whole but break me away
From my true identity willing to burst out