• black rose grown from my broken heart
    my tears drip from your petals
    my blood drips from your thorns
    your sweet smell brings fresh tears

    I sit alone in the wind
    casting petals into a stream
    she loves me, she loves me not
    how in heaven and hell would you know

    in the secret garden of my heart
    grows the flower of broken hearts
    the sent of love without its life
    i wish my rose was red