The Black Rose
I'm sitting here on my bed,
thinking of all the wonderful things you've said.
I can't wait to be with you,
theres nothing more I want to do.
I hate thinking of your pain,
When you cry it's like acid rain.
I'll always be by your side,
Thanks for staying on my hellish ride.
Sorry for all the times I've lied.
I will make your pain go away,
For here with you I will stay.
The rings on our fingers represent the love,
On it soars, higher and higher like a dove.
A couple of times you've talked me out of my sollution,
Everyone calling me names, is like pollution.
I'm glad we don't have to hide,
I swear I probably would have died.
You mean everything to me,
I wish they could see.
My love for you grows every second of every hour,
To you I give the thing, the black rose, my love flower.
Your hands are mine to hold,
To take away the cold.
This is another old one so if it bad sorry you had to suffer through it.
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