I fell for this Black Rose. Sudden heaven that I just couldn't deny. This ache in my hand. After love shamelessly left to die. Hurt became candy to me once upon a time. Yet she is the epitome of allannah myles everything. That black molasses that often the curious why. I don't like labels. I don't like bye. I don't like the same. I bleed pitch blackness All the time. Poetically speaking volumes. I very much hate profound entitlement even many croak it's not. I find masterpieces in the drops of rain. Her tears seem precious even when she is like kryptonite. I ache just to be the hero or anti-hero she this beautiful madness I seek to understand. Her black mascara rivers I fathom her without reason again and again to know she's the only hurt my emotions bleed to be every drops. Even in my darkness she wanted me to stand. Haunted mesmerized even she's a goddess to me again and again. I'm tired of being the rogue Wolf only cuz her warm hand is the only fever my coldness eases for again and again. I fell for this black rose but this queen made warrior who didn't notice me seeing her again and again. I don't need the crowd. I don't need the labels. This heaven no one seemed to understand. When this black rose slowly but welcoming started to bloom. I saw her more and more again. I just needed her to put the sword down. Just so I could be her calm in the Sand. Suddenly I'm her Idea of home. That she needed yet again without me Yet she ached for without letting go of my hand.