• A DARK ROSE

    Standing on the streets bare
    lonely enough not to care,
    nothing interesting to say,
    slowly just walking away.

    You left me here alone,
    didn't even answer the phone,
    how could you say I'm yours,
    when you couldn't care less.

    The rose you gave me last week
    wilted,bleak,
    faded to black,
    a dark rose remains.

    Your soul clears out of my mind,
    The path starts to unwind,
    The door starts to close
    from the presence of a dark rose...