Friday 14 December 2018

Black Rose

They watered you 
they watered me

Green sepals and a 
beautiful bud
our leaves
our thorns
alike.

The soil alike
our roots
intertwined
I thought we'll be
thrown away.

You motivated me
you are beautiful 
you said 
in your own way.

They looked at me 
but did not understand
turned to 
you
sunshine to you
my love I said.

We both don't move
But you move.

They watered you 
they watered me

They plucked you
They plucked me

You ended up in lover's arms
And I on soil again
of a burial ground.

You still said I
was beautiful
But who saw?

No one to bat an eye
at the black rose
 "More sunshine to you"
You beautiful pink one.

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