black roses
Black roses at midnight
ashen in the moonlight
and the trail
from a snail
it glistens.
I could sit for hours
surrounded by these flowers
with you
only you
and listen.
The night't plays our song
in the silence and beyond
to the crypt
where we crept
and we kissed in.
Now I am sat alone
in the darkness by your stone
where I lied
when you died
my eyes misting.
Every day that drags on past
like this blade of grass
cut down
to ground
and twisted.
You should be with me
sitting melancholy
we belong
we were strong
I miss it.
By J. Barrett
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