On her grave she rises
In the night the moon hides,
A thought of her fate
Lingers heavily as she
Fights her emotions,
She can’t love again
She’ll never live again.
Amid the light she cries
Among the rest she plays
Pretend…Inside she dies,
She wakes up each night
To water the dying wreath on
Her grave to garnish her new
Lonesome home.
Her eyes bleed misery
Her heart beats no more,
A concerto of the dead
Plays solemnly as she sings
Her lover’s favorite symphony,
On her grave she walks
At midnight she cuddles her lover
And sings him a lullaby to soothe
The sores she left behind.
Beneath her black tombstone
She breathes the silence of unfairness,
Beneath it all she still loves him.
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