Black Rose

Your love in the beginning was like a rose.
Petals from your soul, so sweet as our love grows.
We smiled and laughed at everything and carried on.
Told stories of our love as one until dawn.

Slowly your love for me changed.
The petals off our rose started falling and became disarranged.
One by one fell as my body inside slowly became frozen.
I seen there was another guy in your mind, you had chosen.

Your love became a prick of a thorn to my side.
I knew all the love you had for me was a lie.
My blood flows as it drips down the stem.
I put all my love out for you on a limb.

Should of seen your love was a black rose, not white.
Your soul and heart are as black as night.
You pushed that patch of thorns deep into my skin.
Never giving it a rest, as I bleed slowly, you smile with a grin.

Your memory haunts my restless soul.
You took all the love I had which made me whole.
My thoughts of you will disappear fast, as the rose will die.
Like that of a dew drop on a petal, which will dry.