"Black Roses" by Clare Bowen

I can see your eyes staring into mine,
But it's a battlefield and you're on the other side.
You can throw your words, sharper than a knife,
And leave me cold in another house on fire.

I lay low, lay low and watch the bridges burn
I lay low, lay low. What more could I have done?

Now you only bring me black roses,
And they crumble into dust when they're held
Now you only bring me black roses,
Under your spell

She told me twice all her good advice,
But I couldn't see I was clouded by your lies.
Up in smoke, a vision she foretold,
She said, "Stay away 'cause that boy's a warning sign."

I lay low, lay low and watch the bridges burn

Now you only bring me black roses,
And they crumble into dust when they're held
Now you only bring me black roses,
Under your spell

And I'm done trying to be the one picking up the broken pieces
And I'm done trying to be the one who says, "I love you dear but I'm leaving."

Now you only bring me black roses
And they crumble into dust when they're held
Now you only bring me black roses
But I'm not under your spell

I'm not under your spell [4x]

Sabrine Bensouda
Dr. Roche
English 116W
3 November 2014
“Black Roses” The song “Black Roses” by Clare Bowen has been for a very long time one of my favorite songs. I believe it looks like a poem because of the different poetic devices present, such as metaphors and repetitions. Indeed, one important aspect about this song is the imagery of the “black roses” (7)