I sit on your grave
And cry,
For all the memories I lose
Of our love.
I sit on your grave
And talk,
For all the memories I make
For you to remember.
I sit on your grave
And draw,
Your face
Your smile
Your anger
Your joy
Everything that you ever felt,
Everything that I feel,
Everything that I know
I'll soon forget,
One day.
I cry for my lost memories,
I talk for my recent ones,
I draw for my losing ones.
Remember this, my love
For I,
Can't.
YOU ARE READING
I Feel
PoetryWhen you manange to converse with yourself, you spin a poetry. When you understand how to reflect yourself, you become a poet. Sneak Peek: 'So look into my eyes, And tell me where my soul is Maybe they will betray it to you, Because they no longer d...
