My mind is a graveyard
Full of dead dreams and memories
I wish I never had
Half engraved epitaphs
unable to finish my name
while yours are written in gold
italicized, bold and framed
so I won't ever forget
to put flowers on your grave
but the weeds are growing
and the paint is fading
my happy ever after
is now sleeping six feet under
I wish I didn't have to bury you
I wish I was buried there too