Black Roses................................

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
feelings of two separated lovers and how their story ends together

Submitted: September 10, 2012

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Everyday she walks by,

her head never held high,

as we pass her by,

not giving her a second glance,

as she never changes her stance.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all that he has left for her.

The blood red roses,

that showed his love for her,

turned to black roses,

that only shows his new hatred.

 

Every night she cries,

because he told her goodbye,

tears always coming to the brink of her eyes,

she wishes that she never cheated,

so she would have remained completed.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all that he has left for her.

The blood red roses,

that showed his love for her,

turned to black roses,

that only shows his new hatred.

 

Everyday he walks by,

his head always held high,

as we pass him by,

giving him a second glance,

as he has changed his stance.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all she has not given him.

The blood red roses,

that once showed his love,

turned into black roses,

that showed his new found hatred.

Every night he used to cry,

because he told her his goodbye,

tears would come to the brink of his eyes,

and thanked god that she cheated,

because he didn't need her to feel completed.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all she has not given him.

The blood red roses,

that once showed his love,

turned into black roses,

that showed his new found hatred.

 

Everyday she walks back to her house,

and takes off his baby blue blouse,

while thinking about her ex spouse,

and wonder how she can be alive,

when she feels so dead.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all that he has left for her.

The blood red roses,

that showed his love for her,

turned to black roses,

that only shows his new hatred.

 

She holds a gun to her head.

While sitting on her bed,

never speaking the words left unsaid.

She pulls the trigger,

so the emptiness doesn't get bigger

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all that he has left for her.

The blood red roses,

that showed his love for her,

turned to black roses,

that only shows his new hatred.

 

 

Everyday he walks back to his house.

thinking of his baby blue blouse,

he gave to his ex spouse,

and thinks how she died,

when he remembered her so alive.

 

The world is full of colors,

but black and white still remain,

and black and white,

Is all she has not given him.

The blood red roses,

that once showed his love,

turned into black roses,

that showed his new found hatred.

 

He holds the gun to his head,

while sitting on his bed,

and wishes he spook the words left unsaid,

he pulls the trigger,

so the emptiness doesn't get bigger.

 

The world is full of colors,

but also filled with shades, 

and for every color there is a shade,

that no one can escape.

Like the blood red roses that showed love,

and the black roses that showed hated,

but between the shades and colors,

thats were there love remained.


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