Whispers of the heart that can only be said through writing, because words said can be forgotten, while writing is words that stay.
S:Roses on my grave
Rows of cars Only black Stopped at a house Everyone in black Sobbing their eyes out Only my family and friends? No, everyone I ever knew, liked or not. Mindless apologies? not really. Years of memories expressed in these faces. Great, now they're leaving Right, next is the cemetery And they lay me down in Velvet walls and a blanket of rose petals Everyone says goodbye as I lie in my coffin.