Here's another one of the poems that was in my long lost notepad. I have forgot that these poems existed!
Blackrose
by IdaXu Rais
if friends are like flowers
i know you will pick me
cause i'm a black rose
rare, mysterious and prickly thorny
your tender... .
your love... .
your care... .
showered me night and day
day and night i felt blessed
but now... .
here i lay in this lonely vase
untouched... .
uncared... .
anymore... .
but freedom never shall i desire
cause a flower can never have another life
after the vase!