A rose with a sharp, black thorn
Is leaving my heart all of torn
From its peaceful resting sleep
Now I try not, try not to weep
Her eyes were like crystals in the silent night
Clear and radiant in the shining crisp moon light
She was sweet, sincere and most definitely cunning
Yet it always, always seemed as if she were running
Left here in the cold, unforgiving night
I wait, I long for her loving sweet light
Parting may be such sweet, sweet sorrow
But only for those waiting until tomorrow
Tears leave cold damp streams upon my face
My heart left torn, darkness and hurt left in its place
Love only leaves us broken, lost, and mostly betrayed
We never escape its pain until to rest are we laid
Her hair streamed down her like a rush of beautiful gold
That would never leave her, unlike her beautiful soul
Her sweet face was as beautiful, no, more beautiful than a burning rose
Now I am left with only her memory as the cold heartless wind blows
I hope she is now in a better place
She left me here to take her place
To take on all of her worldly sorrows
I pray I see her, oh, I pray I see her by tomorrow
Blood is now running, running down my wrists
I see the scarlet water start to run, the cold takes my lips
As I write this, I am in my last hour of this world’s life
Tonight I end my horrible, terrible strife
I only see red, as I am starting to fade
Soon I will rest; soon I rest to be laid
I will no longer speak, write no more
Goodbye everyone, I shall see you nevermore
Skylar Kendall
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-black-thorn/
