I want to bid goodbye,
to honour my love for once,
to put you to rest in a place
where roses grow in spring,
lilies blossom in summer, and
the snow greets you on winter mornings,
but all I can find places in ruins,
ravaged by the firestorm last year, and
now a thick layer of ashes
is splattered all over,
the sun rarely comes here, and
the rain is afraid to wash away
carcasses of the past.
It feels like a lifetime
since I’ve been searching for a place
that you might like,
to build a graveyard in my heart.
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC
I want to bid goodbye,
to honour my love for once,
to put you to rest in a place
where roses grow in spring,
lilies blossom in summer, and
the snow greets you on winter mornings,
but all I can find places in ruins,
ravaged by the firestorm last year, and
now a thick layer of ashes
is splattered all over,
the sun rarely comes here, and
the rain is afraid to wash away
carcasses of the past.
It feels like a lifetime
since I’ve been searching for a place
that you might like,
to build a graveyard in my heart.