Our love is a cemetery of memories,
Where the dead lie in peace.
Their bones are a testimony to what we have lost,
Their spirits a reminder of how much it cost.
Our love is a dance with death,
A macabre waltz with every breath.
Let's hold on, as if we were afraid,
That death could take us away.
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You and Other Things that Make Me Happy
PoetryPoems me and @mimickedmallow created. Take them we don't need them
