The Garden
By: Queen of Awesomeness
The Beautiful garden once live is now dead.
Her bright smiling face engraved in the dead
flowers.
With every passing moment, I think of the hours.
The place where which forever she lies upon her bed.
I miss her laughter and cheerfulness that spread.
And now the coldness of my heart devours.
My heart once bold before me now cowers.
And when she died, I ran away and fled.
Her tears of laughter that she once did shed
Filled the garden with happiness powers,
But now the happy garden is but a dream.
And such is the pain of the garden that bled,
Is the same pain that in my heart towers.
Only pain you see in me, there is no gleam.
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