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Black roses that bleed white

Each drop of milk white blood glides down the side of the pitch black petal

Of a confused rose.

No other color can reach inside and take down the wall that is allowing it to be

un- beautiful

I tried to tell you that sometimes roses that bleed white
Are just defining our selves.

They hold its own meaning

Wondering why each time the thick white blood falls, it has to be like an un-tamed tiger.

Just waiting to strike

Does it show you how it feels by the way it looks at you?

Does it hold its own life within it?
Can you see the swollen eyes on the other end?
These are the questions that I strive to answer, every time I look in the mirror.
Am I a black rose that bleeds white?

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Hmm, I think you tried to be a little too philosophical in the end. The poem is alright, but you sort of went too far in the end with all the questions. You also seemed to try too hard to make this a dramatic poem... try exploring the imagery of the poem (the rose) more and leave the philosophical theorising to the professionals. You're supposed to be a poet, not Dr. Phil.

Very few poets get away with being philosophical and still having a good poem. You didn't.