Blooming night suckles the moon, <br />Small hours seeking to be lenitive, <br />Born from truth to numb thorns, <br />Exaggerated is her beauty, <br />For to nothing you can compare her, <br /> <br /> Black rose <br />she makes me weak at the knees <br />Black rose, <br />she smells like my last day <br />black rose <br />she tastes like my anguish <br /> <br />Daughter of the dark, she wrote her name, <br />with sable heart, ruptured agony, <br />shimmers bright her proud lips, <br />exaggerated is her glory, <br />for mercy could be her middle name. <br /> <br />black rose <br />she makes me cry out her name <br />black rose <br />she feels like my first orgasm <br />black rose <br />she will never be in love with me<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-rose-24/
