Black Rose

Black Rose

A Poem by DriDri

Sleep is the cousin of death, but time is in relation, 
casket sensations inside the body of a bag. 
   Flowers that grow don't always bloom in the light. 
In spite of what you might think, 
the dead dies with untold secrets 
   Those lips that kiss as soft as sin 
were once a single rose, she bloomed, 
from within.  

© 2013 DriDri


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there is a lot of meaning behind these words
thank you for sharing

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

wonderful philosophy i like it somuch

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Added on February 10, 2013
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Tags: Rose, Black, She, Sin, Kisses, Death

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DriDri
DriDri

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I'm a young poet, people say that i'm depressing, but I just say I know the reality of many situations. more..

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