Dane088 (@ImmNottSoberr)

When I am dead and over me bright April 

Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, 

Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted, 

I shall not care. 


I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful 

When rain bends down the bough, 

And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted 

Than you are now.