May 2016
For tears that fall
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.
And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.
You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.
On hollow cheeks
When the weeks feel like years
And the years feel like weeks.
And you sit by a grave
Where the roses grow
But the rose that you seek
Is buried below.
You have my heart
Heavy with sorrow
For the velvet rose
With no tomorrow.
Absolutely over the moon (if a little shocked) to see that this piece made the daily. Thank you all so much for your comments - I promise to reply to you all individually at some point soon. It was an extremely emotional, difficult, but ultimately cathartic write. Dedicated to our wee Shane, who we will never forget ***
