Once again whispering my confessions to the petals, plucked from the rose you once gave me.
Sweet ghost like love, hangs from the glowing beams that come from the blood moon above my heart.
Its shine that reminds me of nothing but the way your gray eyes would glisson, when next to the beach.
No sounds falls from my lips, that you did, long ago clam, in the heat of a summers day.
Just my whispered confessions that come from my tears that sting and not my tonge that burns.
Wilting petals from the rose you once gave me; falling to the lifeless soil, where you now rest.

**I love and will always love you