I lost her, not that long ago. She was my everything and yet I couldn't be something to her. My love is bleeding me out without her to give it to. So, I pray to her grave every night at every day. Wondering if she'll hear me crying by her stone. But I don't think I may blame her if she won't listen to my voice. The red rose I take with me, as a proof I was there. Not knowing when someone will ever want to know or see. I can't move on without her here, even when I ain't able to speak to her. To her grave I spoke, holding a red rose...
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A New Hope
PoetryTo your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Gust of freezing cold air whispers to me, that you are gone. Always reaching for a shame of what once used to be. Never expected that I would regret the time that passed these precious memories. Spend a lif...
