When death visited, she always gave me a kiss,
A final goodbye, one never to forgive,
Sadness, love, and hope, poison blazing in her eyes,
For when joy is lifted, when the old year dies.
Leaves blossoming in the graze,
It reminded me of her, those long forgotten days,
Filled with pride, lust, and hope, birds like memories away,
Far blooming joy, lost and thrown astray.
Birds migrate like my soul, past and love forgive,
The apology of death, dies and withers outlive,
Those joyful passing days, like shards of truth,
Like nonful joyous memories, outliving our youth.
When will you come? I miss your sting and love for bore,
Why won’t you visit? Like old times before,
We’ll tumble in the grass, visit memories astray,
When death visited, please still come today.
I can’t live without you, I can’t move on,
I always think about you, when a new day dawns,
Silence filled with lost, like leaves in a river,
You are my everything, the gold to my silver.
In the shadow of our sorrows,
In the mind of our past,
An eternity to fall apart,
With love in and the last.
You whisper to me all the time,
Like the claim of my crime,
Darkness lends a leading hand,
A shadow hearing your commands.
When my life slipped away from me,
You visited one last time,
You showed me that our love was fake,
And that my bell was yet to chime.
That was the story of my love,
My life forgotten and wilted,
And now I rot here like a dove,
One waiting to come back above.