By Andrea Fuguet
The beauty of the black rose she never noticed
It blossomed for her
A petal fell to the ground
She ignored it
while the rose withered
Other flowers were always more beautiful,
the gardenias are my favorite she thought
The black rose stood silent
for her attention she always fought
The sunflowers needed more water
the dandelions needed more sun
what the black rose wanted
was a little bit more love
Another petal fell
the black flower
was giving up
she still didn’t see her
she still didn’t know
The black rose got tired
of the love she never got
her last petal fell
since she always forgot
She ran to the black rose
willing her to live
She chose to ignore her
she didn’t notice the beauty of the black rose
until it was too late and she was gone.
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