Black roses grow in the space of my heart that was left hollow;
They are rooted in the rich soil of shattered love
And showered daily with a perpetual drizzle of sorrow.
Eroticism, romance, and intimacy through poetry.
Black roses grow in the space of my heart that was left hollow;
They are rooted in the rich soil of shattered love
And showered daily with a perpetual drizzle of sorrow.