To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. And to me she said, fake it to that odd grave. But I won't listen to someone who doesn't know what they talk about. My sweet candy, let me have a small bite. I want to taste your soft lips before telling how wrong she is.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Thorned liars made me ending up as a mummification. Sleepless nights overwhelm me as I realise the empty place next to me in the frighten bed. Careless senses are holding tight onto my legs and I shake limitless. Where are you, my cure?
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Upside down, they turn me and make me miss your embrace. My thoughts wonder how you're doing up there, in the place where I can't have you. The place where I don't own you anymore.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Thousand miles, thousand years that's how much I loved you. They tell me that you are no more, but I believe in reincarnation. Somewhere you are near and even if I can't see, I can feel you.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Judgers comment on my way of caring for your beautiful emptiness. Who are they, to speak about us? They can't know yet understand, they weren't there. I've experienced it on the frontline, while they stayed at home.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Music let's us dance our beats while we move along with the dancers on the background. You once told me to keep on moving, even if it's getting hard. But how am I gonna do this if my profit dancer is absent?
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Spend a lifetime of holding on, just to let go. I guess I'll spend another lifetime, searching for a new hope...
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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...
