A black rose

It's about how I lost my black rose.

Black rose where are you now?

I usualy

see your black

petals shimmering

in light of the sun of dawn...

But black rose where are you now?

Every morning I awake to see you there...

But your gone...

You're really gone...

I sit there and stare at the empty,

bed side of where my black rose was...

My black rose is really gone...

I can't bring him back to me...

But black rose just came back to say...

That he is not gone anymore...

He is not broken...

But would he come back to say,

That he's not really gone?

But even though my black rose,

is gone it does not mean ,

I can't find another...

For there are a lot of black roses,

that shimmer in the sun,

of dawn.

Like my black rose used to...

But I loved my black rose...

Cause really there is

No one like my black rose.

Author's Note

Review please I like to hear reviews and opinions of different people.