The Black Rose
Watching all the flowers bloom at the light of the dayAnd me at the dead of the night
They are so beautiful when they open
People love them with all there hearts
Then they look at me and they see a dead flower that needs to be thrown away.
As i watch every one get all the attention
I am stuck and being critized.
Then i am saved my this little girl with her blond curls and blue eyes;
She gave me all the attention that i always wanted;
Then she picked me for a amazing day.
As i walk down with her I see that she will be happy like me when she picked me
In her flower bouqet I was the only one who stood from the other flowers.
I know for sure that she will be happy as she made me happy of not making me feel alone in the world we all live in.
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