A beautiful black rose
all it says is goodbye to a close person,
the right time, right season.
Eyes are closed, no breathing can be heard,
you are standing above a cold stone
Thinking, should you leave?
Placing the rose down onto the grave,
you take a step back and wipe your tears away.
"I will come tomorrow as well,
I just want you to remember,
I am your grandchild, we switched the roles,
hopefully I will be next in one of these holes."
<tammywillners>
A/n: I am sorry I need to let it out somehow
