I am drowning in my sorrow
I cannot lift my head
always thinking what will happen
here soon to be my death bed.
like a black rose--
burned by the fire in my eyes
scorched....lifeless...
watching the world pass it by.
for it was just a rose..
there are plenty more!
but none quite so special
as the rose it was before.
before the pain of losing
something you never had..
before the tears of love and hate
life was not that bad.
