Every man
Every woman
All
Have that one that stepped
Into our lives
No matter how much wrong
They tattooed upon
Our hearts
Their black rose
Always pierces our
Concrete
Fights it’s way through
We’ve cursed their
Existence
Their birth
But we remember
The day we met them
The hour
The minute
The second
How the sun looked
&
How they made us feel
&
How we hate the fact
That we’d take them
Back in an instant
Our
Black
Rose
Piercing
Through
Our
Concrete

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