reignxlee

It was wonderful. He took me on a date and we kissed; it was just magical, then I woke up and noticed that I fell asleep next to his grave.

reignxlee

When I die, don't cry, look up in the sky and say 'goodbye'. Offer my grave 38 pieces of crimson and red roses. 
          
          Yes, indeed, crimson and red, it means grief and sorrow, love and courage. I prefer not white it's impolite, for my dying soul white is not alright. 
          
          It won't fit my grave. I am not pure, nor acting an innocent behave. White is not for me. Wear black or violet, it will sure engrave my death.