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[ryanworden]

Significance of a Black Rose

Love...
Something of our hearts, or our brain...
The compassionate feeling that rips even the strongest to pieces...
We fight for those we love
We fight for love
We fight to find love
But dont we have love all along?
Maybe, maybe not...
Funny how love can tear someone apart in two seconds...
Or brighten their day up just the same
Love would be more lethal than any weapon known to man in war
Yet it is one thing that drives us to fight
A twisted, contorted feeling
A rose
Made for love
Condemned for love...
Turned stale...
Rancid...
Aged by the passing winters
Sucked of all life within
Till their is nothing...
Nothing but black, withered petals...
The black rose of our emotions...

-Ryan Worden