63 years.
you had a good run.
I'm here to tell you,
your job is not done.
you'll live on in our hearts.
like the great ones tend to do.
your body is free.
but we still have you.

so today.
every smile.
every laugh.
every tear that I shed.
is dedicated to you.
and the life that you led.

although I am sad.
a grin soon creeps in.
as I think of the millions
of hearts you are in.

Bartender,  
I'll have another whiskey.
-You can keep the water.
I haven't any money.
-but you
can have the ring I bought her.
It's just a shiny trinket,
of a life I left behind.
And now I'm here
with you my friend.
-To drink her off me mind.

As we stand on silver sands. Clutching crosses in our hands.
We pray for death
-and hide for life
In these forsaken lands.
Tucked inside our bed.
Safe from the undead.
-hear the town criers.
And fear the vampires.
We Cling to light,
and hold on tight.
-As darkness
kills our fires.

This wasn't a clean break.
- It's jagged in places.
Now, little bits of loneliness
fills in those tiny spaces.

What am I to do, with a heart that cannot heal.
- friends and family tell me,
they know just how I feel.

No amount of bandage will mend this gaping hole.
The one inside my chest, from the heart you must have stole.

It's not like I will need it.
It's broken, beat, and bruised. This game has lasted far too long, you can see I'm not amused.

Sometimes I think you're the poisoned apple just waiting for me to bite.
You're my forbidden fruit.
Deadly and delicious.
You are by no means a princess. -but, I think you'll find I'm no prince charming.