THROW MY ASHES INTO YOUR FIRE
Fate is so cruel to have brought you,
into my life so late,
pain hides in my roses,
love is asking me to wait.
I lie breathless and dying,
darkness is begging for the moon,
I asked for you,
the wolves will be here soon.
The night will be cold,
I hope it snows,
I tried to hold on,
but I must go.
I hear the howls,
the moon has appeared,
I will rest well,
dont you cry my dear.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2024
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