Still The Same

Flowers On Your Grave

Flowers On Your Grave...

With the wind so cold,

And how much I hold,

The sun shines down and truth be told,

I can't help but say,

I wish things weren't this way.

Everything cuts so deep,

And the numbness brings me to my knees,

From all the memories I keep.

The melody flows right through the air,

And for the first time, 

I see everything as fair.

I can't understand,

The reason for it.

But I just know,

I'll always make it.

And as it hurts so bad,

To I realize all I had.

You meant so much,

And knew to never live to raise your cup.

And with the wind so cold,

And the flowers I hold,

I fall to my knees,

While the melody sings in the trees.

And I just let it out.

Scream and shout.

And be burdened with the fact,

I must lay flowers on your grave....

                                                    -Victoria Marie </3