Years have gone by,
A lifetime has passed...
Her footsteps are already worn
Into the ground that leads away...
I knew these stones
From which they carved crosses...
It won’t always be black roses for you
It’ll be black mould...
I can't breathe
I'm scared to see...
I fell in love with not my heart
But instead with my eyes...
despair has me in a chokehold;
my lungs fight for a chance at survival...
The last seven months have been a blur.
I often wonder what you would say if you were...
Night cascades over the horizon,
Elegantly reclaiming its throne...
She breathed the words
that overwhelmed me...
She doesn't talk even a little
Yet she doesn't leave me, never...
In the quiet of regret, I start this tale,
A love once pure, now a bitter gale...