Black Rose Valley by: Jaay Dee Kayy
If I had a black rose for every time love died
It would be the size of a pile three trillion miles high
Where'd it all go?
It was never good to leave me alone
If you dig deep and chisel my heart of stone
In it's place would be a delicate black rose
You gave me gashes a million miles deep
Pain rushes to the surface and I bleed on my silk sheets
Why'd you have to slaughter the innocent sheep?
Feelings of nostalgia rush to my brain
And sometimes I just wanna put an end to the pain
Pictures flash before my eyes, as I tried to say goodnight
But the love we once had... that's what keeps me alive.
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Since the age of 13, I have had undying passion for music, poetry, and all forms of writing. At 22, I reflect and build from these times. I hope you can take the time to dive into my psyche. It's a wild ride, I promise.
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Personal heartbreak and loss, grounded in autobiographical pain.
Dense with vivid imagery and emotional ideas throughout; rapid shifts.
Deeply negative; loss, bleeding, slaughter, pain dominate throughout.
Violent imagery and urgent language create explosive emotional intensity.
13 lines; falls in 7-15 range.
Rich metaphors: black roses, heart of stone, gashes, bleeding.
Pure lyric interior monologue; intimate first-person emotional voice.
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