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.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC
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.
