Here i stand over a grave.
I am holding a black box.
Looking down into the hole.
Such a beautiful face.
She had been so full of life.
Though she hid the pain.
She set herself free.
A tout le monde(set me free).
Written on the letter.
Her resting face stuck in a frown.
Tear stains visible.
Now reach up to the sky.
Or reach for hell.
Realize all the pain has been dealt.
Can she be happy?
She is dead.
Inside and out.
Her blue eyes shine no more.
Blonde hair never to blow in the wind.
Heart never to be broken again.
Mind set free.
Soul not trapped anymore.
Nothing holding her back.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 8:38 AM UTC