Rose
there is a rosei can see
the moon high
in the sky
and the rain pouring down
reminds me of all
the tears i shed for you
the grave is far
in the corner of th room
and the rose
is the only color
here in this dim
light
and the moon
light as i walk
through th grave yard
to your tomb
i only can hold my breath
as the light hits
the rose on
your grave
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.