Death of romance found in petals. Roses for funerals in attendance to our wedding, my marriage to death and failure. Could you see those bones that skeleton transparant beneath the warmth I fell for? I stand in my grave and the shadows bend to us and our memory. Plants to grow on top of me to hide the tragedy a boy would cry for as I dig and dream another grave to pass onto for the next time you plant roses in my eyes. There could never be a song about you only plants and petals spilled on graves whatever you go. Headstones rot beneath your rosebuds and no one will see my name written in stone beneath you. Blame her on the rain like the drops inside my heart that rain red in each kiss. Petals blanket all the stars with us asleep in dew drops beneath black clouds while ruby red raindrops kiss my neck, soaking soft and sinking fast, into my skin in sweet red sheets. I want to drown in this I could die rather than keep alive beneath your rain. _____________________________________________ http://vk.com/emo_translations?w=wall-76093803_571
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