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Black Rose

Feeling cold November air.
Chilling my bones, blowing my hair.
My face feels numb with flowing tears,
You've been gone now, seven years.

Lonely despair seeps through my heart,
Because I know we are worlds apart.
I lay a red rose upon your grave,
My love for you, I will always save.

The times we've shared, I will cherish,
Although my memory will perish.
A glimpse of happiness, I can see,
When thining of you being with me.

Mother, I miss and love you so,
But I don't understand why you had to go.
Staring at the rose, I am taken aback,
Because, like my heart, it fades to black.



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~Blood~on~the~dance~floor~ said...
Feb. 9, 2010 at 5:33 pm:
im breath taken hope you write more and im deeply sorry about your mother......note that love,faith,trust will desent apond even when you in the darkest shadow!!!! be stronge ,keep writing ,and dont shed anymore tears on this earth
 
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ninian said...
Oct. 2, 2009 at 3:56 pm:
i almost cried when i read this...but i love it. im sorry about your mother though...
 
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KiraKira said...
Sept. 29, 2009 at 9:34 am:
I love this! Such figurative language! :)
 
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