Dead Winter
Watching as the snow covers her stone,
A tear forms from my heart's deep unknown.
Slowly, it fades off my pale, and frail face,
Only to be replaced by death's cold, and frozen embrace.
I fall to my knee's,
Silently begging "Please!"
The ice in my soul is beginning to grow,
But i still feel her love, from six feet below.
All that's left now, is one snow laden rose.
Copyright © Court Thompson | Year Posted 2011
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