The black rose dares you to come closer
Its petals shimmer in the sun
They seem smooth and fragile
You just have to have it
So you try to pick it
And steal it from the garden of red roses that surround it
But the black rose's thorns penetrate you
Sending a rush of pain through you
Before you can hurt it
Before you can ***** off its petals
As you chant '' I love you,  I love you not"
Before you can make the black rose the same as the other red ones
The ones you've already destroyed
The black Rose is different
You will never get past its sharp thorns unharmed
You will never get to play your game of love
And make the black rose wither away to nothing
So move on to the next flower
For the black rose needs no holder