• Black roses are odd
    Very rare to see
    You can see them in people
    You have to look hard to see
    Look for a girl
    With her stare to the ground
    How her lips move quickly
    But doesn't make a sound
    Watch that girl
    As she slowly lifts her head
    Instead of sulking
    She smiled instead
    Look for a boy
    With his friends by his side
    As they joke and point
    At his slowly drifting pride
    Watch that boy
    He decides not to stay
    And he smiles as his friends
    Watch him walk away
    Black roses are beautiful
    Your very lucky to meet
    A girl or boy
    That bittersweet