The Dying Rose

So watch willow branches, in wind they sway.

In the shadow of it all, where we used to lay.

It's gone. All gone.

Even with pieces in count of two,

I thought I'd be nothing if I didn't have you.

But i was wrong.

They call it love but I call it hate.

'Cause I hate to love,

And you love to hate.

Y. O. U.

Were here, but i was there.

Nowhere to be found,

You're nowhere to be found.

My eulogy formed from a lifeless serenade.

They'll dig my grave.

They call it love but I call it hate.

'Cause I hate to love,

And you love to hate.

Y. O. U.

So empty,

But fulfilled.

No longer struck by your words.

So empty,

But fulfilled.

No longer struck.

So empty,

But fulfilled.

No longer struck,

By your words.

Author's Note

I don't write to please people, but to clear my mind and express what was felt at that exact moment.

Reviews

[XxxModifyTheMassesxxX]

thank so much. haha it may not seem like it, but all i write and post on here is intended to be a song(:

[Alana McGuire]

I really like how well I can relate to this. I write long prose poetry to describe the same effect, but you cut my words down by far and still make it sound so fitting.
I really enjoyed this line a lot, "My eulogy formed from a lifeless serenade."
I can also see this possibly being a song. :)