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the black rose Jan 2019
you will forever hold the memories of you and me.
my presence,
in you,
will live on.
you’ll look back on these days,
and you will see
what was true.
you’ll miss me
when im gone.
next chapter.
the black rose Jan 2019
it’s an illusion
that’s my conclusion.

so powerful,
you make moments happen two times.
so clever,
you can change the course with your mind.
less of a bad b#tch,
closer to sublime.
true evolution,
a living goddess
in its prime.
the black rose Jan 2019
as you uncover your eyes
and discover your soul
the ego forms a distraction.
it feeds you lies,
reflecting pride
it makes you blind
to what’s inside
and then it thrives
on your clumsy reaction.
the black rose Jan 2019
all of your words,
so sweet.
you are my weakness.
your soothing voice
quiets my soul,
leaving me speechless.
you have the power to destroy me
at your will.
ill give it all to have you here and now
until.
id give so much for just one moment,
to feel your embrace.
one minute with you,
alone,
alive,
so warm in your space.
he loves me.
-
you possess so much control
over my emotions,
there is no way that i can let you hold this power.
i am so trusting.
at the moment,
what will you do if i offend?
discard my feelings,
my emotions?
or claim it all to be pretend?
                    
              he loves me not.
he loves me. he loves me not.
  Jan 2019 the black rose
alexa
you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b
the black rose Jan 2019
i am at a cross-roads,
in the midst of two dimensions
with a decision that screams life and death.
i have somehow formed the most vitally graphic disconnection,
with a layer of convenience to protect.
& with a certain truth so far-fetched,
all of my years only reflect
a sense of pain,
and a lonely neglect.
-
i no longer wear a sense of pride,
my ego has officially died
and everything that’s still inside of me
is in training for a war;
equipped with armor of
an honor that has been here before,
one to endure
with intentions so pure.
  Jan 2019 the black rose
Ciel Noir
What other kind              of creature could divide        
        Each different thing             into its different sides                
  With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
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