Poetry: Black Rose Curse

I love the way you look
Beautiful black rose
What curse lies beneath

I love the way you die
Bleeding in my hands
See the way you cry

Tears with a tattered soul
Breaking down and crying
Life has left your heart

Suicide, razor in defeat
Flesh tears from the skin
Your black soul held

I love the way you die
Bleeding in my hands
See the way you cry

I’ll cut you deep for love
Hurt all that I need
We’ll give it all, my dove


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