To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I feel so misunderstoond around here, it's like I can't breathe. I don't want tears to escape me 'cause you aren't here to wipe them away. Life feels so hard without you here. It hasn't been the same.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I want you close, hug you and kiss you goodbye. You went too soon, I wans't prepared. Left in a broken mess I bleed out at night. Midnight calls my name to the ravin, makes me wanna fall down.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. I remember us as a picture on the wall, token by sunlight. Now hanging in shadows, smilling at the space between us. Books tell us stories of how we used to be, before things changed. My darling, I'm missing you.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. The house is sharing your smell, just like I once used to love. But it's done now, not anymore I am able to sing to the smell of you baking in the kitchen. It's done, game over for now and for than.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Write a thousand words for you, yet none will ever be good enough. My voice is lost into the wave of sound. Lightning strikes just like the thunderstorm. Criminal you are, stealing my heart just like that. Let's commit the perfect crime. You steal mine, I'll steal yours.
To your grave I spoke, holding a red rose. Eyes lost their light under the sunset, it's getting dark. Man on the moon is watching us, up there. Stars scream our names and stitch the cuts in our heart. We knit a beautiful end together, let's keep hoping for the best.
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...
