Sunday, July 24, 2011
Black Rose
Blacken Rose bleeding crimson
While thunder and lighting begin
Soaking that poor rose in sin
The darkest night will soon pass
Than greener can grow the grass
Reminding her why she is here
Shedding blood, sweat and fear
Rose refuses to fade away
Waiting for a brighter day
Wading in a new start
With a healing heart
Posted by MyLifeInShambles at 3:38 PM
Labels: Depression, Moving On, Night, Storm, Wrote In Basic
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