I rush to your grave.

A fool looking for love.

That can never come again.

I kiss your cold lips, goodbye.

 

The sky has cried its coldest rain.

I kiss your cold lips goodbye.

I cover your face in a shroud of love.

Then a river of mud fills the land.

 

I spend the night dreaming of love.

That can never come again.

I try to move on.

but your ghost lingers on.

 

I watch yesterdays stars.

A fool looking for love.

As l watch it dance away.

In the arms of deaths, the end.

– s.j.duncan –