Mystical Magic Mystical Eye Mystical Softness As the Thorns cut me Black rose Then another Represents death? How do you think I feel when it cuts me? Mystical thought Most beautiful sight Blood dripping Letting the rose use it like water I just cant get my eyes off of it.... I wonder out the door with the rose in hand Walking down my road of life I walk up to you........ "Here is a rose growing for you" You take it in like it was yours... Off in your life in the world Finishing your so called "day" With the rose in hand But you notice your mind was never off the rose You get a vase fill it with water and you lightly put the rose in there.... You set it next to your window seal As the lights comes in over the black rose you sit there and stare at it Just because it was a gift from meBirth sign: Libra
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