Lament on a lover's grave,
Unforeseen, couldn't even count your remaining days.
I sit by the grass, contemplating many ways,
On how tragedy could've never been the finale of the play.
A garden full of roses,
Withering 'till decomposing,
But never rotten, never forgotten,
For you linger in my heart the most,
'Till death do us part
But I still dance with your ghost.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poesía"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
