poems from the heart

Grave solitude

Seeing the branches scrape your grave
It makes me wonder how you would have behaved
Would you have been mad and broke them off
Or would you be happy for getting some leafy love.

As I look at every word neatly made
I remember all your smiles up to date
I remember how you told me your dreams
And how your tears use to flow like streams

Kneeling here on the grass
I remember everything from future past.
And it makes me miss you more
Every hour, every detail every smore

I place the peach coloured roses in the blue stained vase.
I feel the feeling of you being hidden in the stars.

What happened to our summer sun filled days
And how special you mad me feel in many ways

I use to let you lay on my lap
While I played with your hair.
Your hair always felt soft and fair...

I will always remember you.
You are long gone but not
forgotten.

~Vieve