A rose for her grave.
Isn't that what she heard them say?
Soft and chaste, love gets sweeter.
Seven till midnight it read.
Can't you see the shadows bite?
Can't you see the light pouring in?
Under blue windows just beyond the stars.
Can't I just lie here for a little while?
Won't you lay here with me till morning light?
Only then I'll have my independence from you.
Friday, July 17th, 2015 3:30 pm
Copyright © Debbie Duncan | Year Posted 2015
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