im sitting here staring at a black rose
then drip a red drop of rich blood comes from the center of petals
i cry i love this sore sight
it kind of shows heart break and many other sorts
with just a black rose with a long thorny stem
then another drop of blood drips from my rose again.
i think its in pain then i remember roses dont bleed.
i sit there and wait for the next drop to fall
this rose makes me think about everything
i think about my past loves my present and about who i might love in the future
this rose brings back memories
the good and the bad
this rose is a memory of someone i once had
a memory that gives me some good and some bad
i wish there were more good to cover up the bad
but i think about the times we had
and i think of the times we went out as a couple.
never alone there was always someone else there
i remember those times we used to share.
the only time we had alone was the first night i had met u
i remember that night lyk it was just happening tonight
ill never forget my first love and ill sure never regret