Stand as I by your grave,
I know tears won't come anymore.
Your vivid memories haunt me all day,
Your embrace I crave.
And I realise; the only difference between us is,
I am dead too; but without a grave.Vote. Comment. Smile.
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Sparks in the Dark
PoetrySome words mingled and intertwined to what we call poetry. Highest Rank: #4 in Poetry (no intention of further continuation)
Grave.
Stand as I by your grave,
I know tears won't come anymore.
Your vivid memories haunt me all day,
Your embrace I crave.
And I realise; the only difference between us is,
I am dead too; but without a grave.Vote. Comment. Smile.