when im dead and gone
when i'm dead and gone;
i'll be the wounds on your wrists, and i'll be the sketchy marks that reminds you how
the blood was touching your skin when you thought you couldn't feel.
i'll be the broken bottle next to your bed & i'll be the wine on the floor slipping through
the cracks, searching for an escape.
i'll be the red rose in a black vase standing in your living room, standing lonely, resting.
resting in devotion, resting in the moonlight while my leaves are dying slowly.
i'll be the cooling breeze blowing through your beautiful blonde elegant hair while the
red sky is speaking passion & beauty.
i'll be the sadness in your smile, but most of all;
when i'm dead and gone, i'll be the joy at the center of your being knowing that my
soul will live on forever and ever, in the good and the bad, and i'll be there, every
to kiss you awake with the sounds of nature and gentle sensation when the first rays of
sun touches your skin.
and you'll apreciate me, for all that i am.