The Black Rose-Like Kiss Poem by Anastasia Podareva

Many times of your words,
Came out already.
There are some moves from your mouth,
But I cannot catch its melody.

What's wrong with you,
Tell me honey.
The doubt melted myself like sharp rose needles,
Bleeding all out,
Just for trying fully engaged.

I'm in my own trap of private,
Admitted and missing it.
But not the warmth from yours,
Only the way that I used to fly through the dreams.

What's wrong with me,
To miss a black Rose-like kiss?
You kissed my silhouette before,
But I can only hold the tears.
I know I know,
You couldn't lighten it up-
My hopeful soul and fit.

The doubt melted myself like sharp rose needles,
Both in despair and horribly happy.
To find a key,
And get out of my own chains,
What a grace!