Thursday, December 10, 2015


Take another black rose for a lonely holiday.

Sleepless nights have a hard time breaking my heart.

I know what it is to lose the truest love of your
life.

I come to the door of every passage in my life
I know he is not behind me,
nor is he behind the door that's awaiting.

I have a lousy aim for love,
Unfolding hands
Using my arms for a bright painting
no one will be able to recognize.

A black rose for the lonely holiday
(whiplash)
Christmas is like sunburn to me
Birthday is not for celebration
New Year brings no serenity
Mother's day,
meaning survival of the widow.

When my sister came off the plane..
Well that's too long ago
too much has changed
nothing will ever change that.

Take a black rose for another lonely holiday.

I have a lousy aim for love.

Sleepless nights have a hard time breaking my heart.

I come to the door of every passage in my life
I know he is not there
nothing will change this.

The black rose awaits his birthday.