I’ve made a playlist for my funeral, guess I’m bound to die.
Don’t know when, but I know one day my home will be the sky.
I hide my hurt behind a smile, a well-rehearsed disguise,
But deep inside, I’m bracing for the last goodbye.

A Garden of Peace
How to Disappear Completely
Leave Out All The Rest

Love wrote the highs, loss read the byes.
Now silence pens the chapters where your voice once replied

The black rose, your favorite
The rose symbolizes love, the black, the withered and non-existent,
We watched it fade and called it fate,
the bloom went dark beneath love’s weight,
a black rose turned red on my part much too late

When you’ve done enough
The sorrow will fade in the lack of clear thoughts and the beats of a broken heart will eventually stop