Mourning.
Mystery.
Loss and elegance.
Red roses charm the eye with beauty—
gentle, warm, alive.
But black roses carry a different grace...
the elegance of a hidden lie.
Sadness.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Grief and the weight of loss.
Tell me—
is there truly an unharmed soul?
Some hearts wilt in silence,
petals bruised by what they've endured.
Just remember—
you are not alone.