Black Rose
Sakura Haruno.
15.
Lives in Konoha, Japan.
She picked up her pencil off the desk with a black rose, and she wrote and sang,
"This is the story of a little girl, my dears,
About a black rose and her connected fears.
A boy too late yet a girl too fast,
There will be that love that is somehow going to last.
Black rose, black rose, growing wild by me.
Despite its colors, it still shines to my glee.
Watching it grow and letting it wilt,
It's just like how my world kinda gave a tilt.
Touching its petals, looking forlorn,
My heart grows heavy and starts to torn.
The black rose is me, my dear little friends,
And even if it dies, it will never have an end.
My heart is there, watching it all,
Letting the flower grow strong and tall.
Tall like him, my newly found love,
A boy who is handsome enough to attract a dove.
I stand there watching, watching him smile,
And then I walk away for more than a mile.
He never looks back or finds my hand,
Because to him, I'm nothing but simply bland.
I look back once more and let myself give a smirk,
Only my heart knowing that the bloodlust lurks.
And before he notices that I too am gone,
I'll already be by the shore, waiting for dawn.
He's 30 feet behind me, and I don't know,
I walk into the water like it's a meadow.
I keep walking in a line, feeling the water rise,
It's now up to my chin, as I prepare for my demise.
The footsteps are coming, but it's far too late,
My head is in the water and I'm waiting for my fate.
A turtle swims by and looks at me gently.
I touch its wise shell and let it drag me safely.
Now there is nothing to disturb the peace,
I am now in the depths of the water that answered my pleas.
My spirit grows strong as I swim to the shore,
To only find him standing and staring at a door.
I get out of the ocean to see what he writes,
But somehow my dears, his face looks so tight.
Each stroke of the paintbrush, he somehow found,
He wrote out a line that made me astound.
"My little black rose, don't go to the sea.
I know it's too late, but I want you by me."
He then walks away from the quiet scene,
And I watch the wind blow the frayed ends of his jeans.
So when you visit the beach or go to the ocean or sea,
Watch out for the miniature swarm of bees.
They'll swim above the water, and give a little buzz,
And somehow you will see what the water does.
"She's there, she's there," the bees seem to say.
And then you will them sway and sway.
A slight change in the temperature and maybe a few clouds,
Now a little black rose is rising in the crowd.
One day…
A boy happens to be there and sees the rose,
He bends down and plucks it, ignoring the fact it still grows.
He runs and runs to find his father,
The same tall man who didn't bother.
He looks at the rose in his young son's finger,
And takes it between his own and starts to look meager.
He walks to the shore and stares at the sky,
Then looks back down as the day rolls by.
He puts the rose down after giving it a little kiss,
Then walks back to his son who's looking a little pissed.
"Daddy, daddy, what'd you do with the rose? Didn't you even notice that the color was black?
The father turns and looks down at his son,
Then gives a fake smile that weighs a ton.
"It's nothing to worry about, my little scavenger,
the girl who planted it is a big survivor.
Just remember that if you find one and cherish it,
You'll receive nothing but a simple merit."
"And what is that, Daddy?"
The father looked out and stared at the sea,
Specifically the part where her head dipped underneath.
"A black rose that will stay with you forever."
Little did his son know that he had his own one,
A fully blossomed little rose that had something gone.
The rose appeared on his pillow in its full blossom and glory,
A piece of paper was attached and on it was a little story.
The story was this, my curious dears,
About a girl and her life with a black rose and fears.
Black rose, black rose, growing wild by me,
Despite its colors, it still shines to my glee.
She put her pencil down and tore out the papers she wrote it on.
After folding them into a minuscule letter, she went to her backyard to cut a black rose from her garden.
She taped the paper to the rose, called her messenger hawk, and sent it to the Uchiha Compound.
After giving her house a final look and knowing full well that Sasuke was celebrating with Naruto for being accepted into ANBU, she transported herself to the closest beach that no one walked by.
Little did she know that Sasuke was indeed 30 feet behind her.
She walked into the water and let it take over her body, drowning her into its deepest and darkest lair.
Her spirit swam back up and saw him standing at the shore, watching where her head dipped underneath.
His fists were clenched and pounded into the sand as he yelled, "KUSO!"
She was his first female teammate who became a little sister to him.
When he got home, the black rose was indeed on his pillow.
"The black rose isn't you, Sakura. You're supposed to be a pink rose. I'm supposed to be the black rose. You're supposed to be the one that stays alive and teach me how to love again."
End
AN: This was a "spur of the moment" fanfic. It sucks, I know, but I've always wanted a black rose. Does anyone know where to get bulbs? XD But someone help me, if someone already isn't. He's warming up my cold heart more than I would have expected. I want to be the black rose.
No, I am a black rose.
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