Black loved rose
I loved him so much,
I adored him as well.
But the signs I gave,
were one way to hell.
He gave me a rose,
black as a rave.
The rose had a name,
she was called death.
I expected a kiss,
a kiss of his lips.
But the only thing I've got,
was a kiss of the rose.
It was my turn to kiss.
My lips full of rose,
kissed him very sweet
and the name became ours.
So ended my love,
for the only boy i've kissed.
Now we're each alone,
under a bed of black roses.
I adored him as well.
But the signs I gave,
were one way to hell.
He gave me a rose,
black as a rave.
The rose had a name,
she was called death.
I expected a kiss,
a kiss of his lips.
But the only thing I've got,
was a kiss of the rose.
It was my turn to kiss.
My lips full of rose,
kissed him very sweet
and the name became ours.
So ended my love,
for the only boy i've kissed.
Now we're each alone,
under a bed of black roses.
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