Red Rose , Black Rose
They were beautiful, so full of life and happiness, Red Roses Black Roses A sad but True symbol of death, Beautiful even after; the fall of something nice, Black Rose Red Rose Both Beautiful in there own way....
The Night
i have been one acqatented with the night i have walked out in the rain and back in vain i have walked down the saddest city lane i have passed by the watchmen in his heat and dropped my eyes unwilling to explain And further still at an...