White Petals Of A Black Rose Poem by Adrian Cordova

You’ve always been a thorn in my side, reveling in my blood.
And although you’re a parasite, you’re just to beautiful a rose to cut.
And now your once red petals are turning black, tainted by my blood.

But for some reason, you don’t really harm me.
Every day you somehow manage to leave a white petal on my heart, always refreshing me.
But how is that possible?
You’ve long since turned black, the absence of color.
And your white petals left are the presence of all colors.

Unless you are causing the slow death of my friend,
the one who has always been there.
Like the wind, she slowly goes.
And like my life shes being eating away.

This is unfinished, I'm still working on it