Blackened petals, softly fall
within the crystal glass case
that forms my chest wall
deathly petals rest, at its base

The wilted rose of my soul
passionless, dark as night
droops, into my empty hole
a beauty forever lost from sight

Lifeless petals, slowly enclose
this symbol of love held inside
my lonely weeping rose
tied within my soul, has died

Until a true love is felt
silken petals, are unable to spread
the fragrance of beauty never smelt
my black rose never to bloom, a vivid red.

A beautiful spectacle appears
cascading colors, fill the sky
by the sun's rays, the tears
captured, by an angels cry

The skies canvas, painted
draped with beautiful light
by vibrant colors sainted
the heavens gift, in our sight

A heartrending illustration
of beauty, for us is drawn
across the sky, the creation
from tear drops, we gaze upon

Arched above, by weeping eyes
tears rained down, to show
through the clouds, to rise
an angels sorrowful rainbow.

I am torn, mangled thread
shreds entwined, firmly into a ball
tears of rough fiber discolored red
as I am cut, beginning to fall
 
Extracting the needle from within
bleeding, to unravel all my pain
I untangle, breaking off as I spin
decimated thread, with sorrow's stain
 
Ravaged strands, fell to be free
my weak twine, now unwound 
the knot of darkness once held me
though no longer has me bound
 
The despair that pained me clears
my heart's released from the sling
threads grew strong, dry of tears
I land, as unbreakable string.