MY DARKEST ROSE

 

Rose so Black and Deep and Dark

With stems of Hunter Green

So many people misunderstand what You truely Mean

 You have no color, My Darkest Beauty

Though plenty of Depth to your hue.

You have no clue

You'll never know

How much I cherish You

 They Look at me With such disgust

 When I tried to share your beauty

 It is this, My Darkest Rose

 

 

I feel it is my duty.

They Turn away

and Shout and slay

what was once my gothic heart

 Why, who knows?

How loves does Flow

I am always left here alone.

My Blackest rose, it's you and me.

 We're left here to stew and groan

Rose so black, and Deep and dark

With stem of Hunter Green

 So many people misunderstand You

For what you truely Mean.

Reviews

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Great poem!
It could mean a million things,
but it only means one.
Keep writing!