Black Roses=True Love

By , Houma, LA
Black roses,
Are bleeding,
My lovers blood,
As hope is faith,
Holding out its hand,
In the darkof the night,
As rain hits the window,
I'm sitting by,
As I wonder,
When my true love will arrive.





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