Graveyard
- the_cursed_poet
- Apr 10, 2020
- 1 min read
Don't know how to handle Am I arrogant to defeat ?
Deep inside all lies
Bags of Cactus,
pricking in
Those thorns are enough,
No need.
Seashore are wide enough to bury in.
My dear, each year
Come on my grave and put a flower above
My soul would be free
I won't come in between.
Once move your hand through my name,
kiss my name
Stay there for few minutes I need to talk to you.
Beside my grave,
they buried my heart
Because they knew,
My heart belongs to you.
-© TheCursedPOET
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