Bury Me
Bury me not with shiny things,
But with my one true loves promise ring.
Bury me with the first love letter he ever wrote for me,
Bury me with his memory.
Bury me not with fresh roses but with the rose now dead he gave to me on
Our first anniversary.
The one I always kept in my diary.
Bury me with pictures of he and I,
And all the things I kept of us all the good and the things that made me cry.
Bury me while our music plays,
Latin freestyle the music to which love we made.
Bury me not in the color black,
But in the color of love red
The color I had on when we first met.
Bury me not by my family,
But next to the other part of me.
Bury me with my one true love,
The one I’m always thinking of.
Copyright © Sophia Jones | Year Posted 2005
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