Ryou Kitsune: I do not own Yu you Hakusho…. DUH!!
Black Rose
It was mine but you stole it.
It was mine yet you cherish it.
I locked my heart up, so you made your own key.
Oh why fox? Why do you have to love me?
Stop calling me your Black Rose.
I am no Rose.
They are beautiful, I am not.
They smell sweet. I most certainly do not.
These beautiful and sweet features are your own.
These are words I should have never known.
You taught them to me…
You shone a light on me…
But do not tell me I am a rose.
You are the beautiful and sweet rose.
I am your thorns… protecting you from harm.
Kitsune: Arigato gozaimasu for reading my little poem, please review but onegai… no flames.
