Like the dead, I stood
In the dark and storm.
My blood flowed through,
In chevron, the cold soil.
On that night,
I rued the days,
That, as the broken heart,
Perished in the dark through.
How would I know,
That you remember...
But you too like me, stood there,
In the dark and the rain.
A tear drop, which fell with the blue,
On your red face.
And the warm embers were next.
Mar 27, 2022
Mar 27, 2022 at 10:06 AM UTC
Like the dead, I stood
In the dark and storm.
My blood flowed through,
In chevron, the cold soil.
On that night,
I rued the days,
That, as the broken heart,
Perished in the dark through.
How would I know,
That you remember...
But you too like me, stood there,
In the dark and the rain.
A tear drop, which fell with the blue,
On your red face.
And the warm embers were next.