he looked at me with regret and asked,
"why are you crying, my dear?"
i sniffed, and told him politely
that he was the best thing
that ever happened to me

he then said, "please don't go"
and i told him sincerely
that i couldn't stay forever
but my love for him is eternal
just like his unspoken words

i then smiled,
"see you soon"
and that was when i had the courage
to catch the next bus,
only to find myself looking back out the window
at his epitaph

I opened up my world to her
I let her have it all
I showed her things she'd never see
So why'd she let me fall?

I offered her my love and soul
All the things I had
I opened up my universe
Yet why am I still sad

The reason why my heart pumps gray
And clouds have turned to lead
She planted my love in an unmarked grave
All the flowers dead

I have a coffin full of memories
Love of death and morbid curiosities
Grave full of dirt and lifeless bones
Not cold or dark enough to be home
Pale and lifeless, limp and dead
Thoughts of eternal night fill my head

A poet lies here very often:
When not about, he’s in his coffin.

O.O

I could've sworn you knew
When I met you, that day
Fidgeting with my sleeves
Arms scarred, a battlefield
Tears unshed for which I bled
Crimson, ounces I swear
So many words unsaid
Yet you still, left me alone
Nothing but much less
A crumbled heap, torn petals
Not worth an ounce of taffy
Still I needed you with me
Or at least whats left, my ashes
My soul, written on my epitaphy

You are the scars on my chest.
The deep lines like an epitaph engraving right below my heart.
Each scar a ****** stanza
of the poem
you know you wrote.

Another day she will not see.
As she left an unknown legacy,
she left a mark
upon the center of our heart.
She shall never be forgotten,
for that was all she ever wanted.
The reason she left so soon,
will never be known to me or to you.
But she will forever remain,
because she did not go in vain.

I have known the stifling silence of all—
The world's cruel turning, the teasing dawn,
Breaking with fainting days, blinking out
Their dashing hopes, so much for rugs,

Pulled out.  I will not miss the slipping shade
That buried my name in Pharos fallow tomb,
Nor will I lament the times passing, raging,
Spectacle, the fallen masque of my fame.

I shall welcome the majesty of the ******
Loam, the honour of being the daisies mantle
The goodly fortune to sleep under the golden
Stars who birthed my dream of grace and light.