Tears from a Black rose

OrkidedatterArt and picture my own

Like a mountain in a lotus land known

by witches and trolls she is a language of

nature.

Wild enough, but invisible like a ghost town

hidden by a veil of clouds.

A nightshade of her mind,

have passing the glorious sun.

A lonely soul that wander to the depth

of the lake and the Evil embraced her spirit.

She gave life to a butterfly in the cage of hell

her frozen black rose from an archangel

cracked inside her crystal shadow.

So much bloodshed.

So many deaths.

Been never a magical love story,

no happy ending, no magic spells or

hidden dragons…

She is just a craft on crumpled manuscript

thrown away by the Dead Prince of

madness…

You never could handle the Black pearl from

the village…

When my petals cry, they hit like bullets.

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  1. That is beautiful! She gave Life to a butterfly in a cage of hell. Lines are so deep and make me think the anonymous scenes in my head. Beautifully written ✨✍️ Also the picture of artwork and you on the pic, amazing artwork done! Lovely Poem Lillian, Have a wonderful day to you ✨🤗

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  2. ‘Black Petals’ Return…
    Girl You Never Forget
    From School Woman Who
    Shoots Herself in The Head Of Her Father’s Bed HeART
    i Tried
    To Mend
    Ghost Who
    Haunts me
    i ReMeMBeR
    She Still Breathes
    Within My Soul Now
    Love She Never Touched

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