Black Roses

Oh Black Rose

I see you dance in secret your leafs move with a gentle breeze,
When you see my eyes you completely freeze

Do not be shy do not make me plea,
  For you know the journey only starts with me.

To pick you is a crime,
one I am willing to do the time

Surrender to me and be free,
One day I know you will love me

You do not frighten me with those thorns,
they will not stop or make me mourn.

Oh my Black Rose you are finally mine,
your petals taste like a sweet wine.

Most would of went for red,
but to me that thought was put to bed.

A challenge not to be mixed,
I never thought of you as a fix.

I thought that I found it.
The beauty I was searching for.
I thought that I found it.
The freedom I was fighting for.
I thought that I found it
The happyness I could only write about
I thought that I found it
And that it would stay forever without a doubt
I thought that I found it
But the truth wasn't even a little close
I thought that I found it
But it just happened to be a black rose

Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.

One night just as the sun goes down
I look down at the shiney slim blade
I look down at my empty pale wrist
And I promise only one quick little cut
I cut the blade into my soft skin once
But the voices said one more thats it
I did it again they said it again one more
That one night ruined my life all because the two words
One more