Death, GraveYard, The Rose *Spiritsof the Dead

you placed a kiss on my cheek, hoping to
seem me the next day. you wanted me to keep going
without the worry i had on my face the night
before.

when i found out that you were killed my
heart shattered on the floor. i wanted to cry
but i knew you told me never to forget that
last kiss

i went to your grave, hoping to feel you there.
when i got there, it was nothing but a stone. it
hurt so much inside, i just didnt know what else to
do.

so i set a rose there, thinking you would pick
it up, and wonder if i was still thinking about
you. you told me a story about a little girl. i know
it now, its me you were talking about.

Spiritsof the Dead

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