The Grave of Memories

A Poem by Kristin

KMP** Dated: 2008. An Angel who still loves

I died long ago
All my tears are frozen snow
You couldn’t tell which were real
Only by the texture of how it may feel

A grave that no one may think
Buried in the sea where it’ll only sink
I’ve been waiting, so long
Was I living for a reason that is wrong?

How could you tell?
My memory in yours only fell
You never knew my name
I feel as if I’m to blame

Running somewhere
My own wounded heart became a tear
Oh so tainted
My life was just painted

Over and over, the words still flow
Beating aches and always will tomorrow
For my heart yearns for your presence
Maybe in a grave, I’m the only peasant

I didn’t mean what I said
My memory of you will never end
You’re the one with a print
In my heart will be a hint

I’ve been thinking when I died
Why you can’t speak, your tongue tied?
Was I the reason for nothing to say?
Have I brought misery, where I lay?

The snow printed foot of pure light
In my heart, I’ve lost the fight
I can’t forget you and never will
Empty heart, needed to fill…

My last words, known by heart
I never wanted us to part
There’s no way I can return
My memory of you has to burn

Promise me know matter where you are
You’ll never leave my side that far
Because I’ll still love you, everyday
Only my memory has swept away

With the wind in the sun
My own regret has won
I dropped the pen on the letter
For it still rains, my sacred weather

For my tears seep through the clouds
Without a trace, no sound
In my head I still replay your love
Even if you’ve forgotten, I’ll always be above.