Black RoseLove is the excuse
Misused and downtrodden
She faces the new day
Wanting her idea of him
With his faded denim
And his washed out looks
That poor girl
Who nods her head even now
To the rhythm of their song
With all that it entails
Waiting for a return
For acknowledgement of her crime
So she can make amends
Or a semblance thereof
But he’s invisible
And she anathema to him
Juxtaposed just so
On this carnival day
When love reigns
Even when it doesn’t.


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