Today,
Sitting Between Two Graves,
With in Cemetery Gates,
In the Fog and The Haze.
One was Male,
One closed eyes that I loved,
Both regained wings from the doves,
And returned to "Above."
I Hated to see Them go,
Watch the ending of their show,
and Because that Face I loathe,
Had to murder us Both.
Next Day,
Lying Between Two Graves,
With In Cemetery Gates,
Under Fog and The Haze.
Today, the ending of a Tragic Show,
Of That same Face That I Loathe,
In that coffin Dead and Cold,
That Face is Mine, Six Feet Below...
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Story:
Today I was drawing in my note book, between two grave of people that I held very very near to my heart...
and basically I wish I could have gone with them...
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