Roses At Your GraveA Poem by Blue IvoryRoses At Your Grave We were supposed to be dead to each other. But what does dying mean, exactly? Isn’t it natural to mourn over your dearly departed? Are my tears not valid?
You, on the other hand, have moved on. On to where we’re told is a better place. You said it’s Hell, though. Just makes me wonder if that’s what really happens to all those who actually die…
And in that hell of yours, You will be Tormented. Instead of being forced to think about the consequences Of what happened between us. I will have been forgotten. That’s what “Dead” meant to you.
Not necessarily what it meant to me, I have to add. No, the ones left behind Never forget. Never stop thinking about What Could Have Been.
So don’t be surprised When you find Roses on your grave. One for each day That I’ve Loved you. © 2013 Blue IvoryFeatured Review
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Added on April 9, 2013Last Updated on April 9, 2013 AuthorBlue IvoryDhaka, BangladeshAboutI am a sugarcoated wreck. A cupcake with a chipped human tooth baked inside it. I breathe out soot left behind by the corpses you tried to bury but I come to you served in a silver platter. A hot.. more..Writing
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