Wednesday, July 23, 2008 @ Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The tomb of our love
The shadow of u
keep shrouding over me
covering over me
in complete darkness
Bitterness gripped me
like a shackle
holding me a hostage
to ur love
As I stand in front of
the tomb of our love
A sense of numbness
etched onto my face
with friends and relatives
as witnesses watching me
as I curse ur name
over and over again
But in the deapth of my heart
lay a pool of saddness
Gently
I place a rose onto the tombstone
watching the petals
writhed and fly away in oblivious
to the cold autumn wind
that had began to
blow
As the last ray of the sun
disappear from the horizon
I with my soul walked away
from the tomb of our love
Dedicated to the 17 years old me
--xoxo,
Imaginarist
Imaginarist
