The Grave Lovers
She'll have to move on now,
Now that she is older.
No more wondering the stones and earth,
No more laughing at the jokes.
She lays there in an awkward silence,
Just as the person below her does.
A boy nearly unknown
She runs her fingers
Throught the grass,
As she had so many times before.
She thought back to the night before.
She lay in the same spot,
As he told her of his life.
She lays her head
On a root grown up,
Closes her eyes
And feels the wind
Across her sheek.
She falls asleep,
Waking in the early morning.
She walks along the
Concriet barrior.
Bright lights claim her.
And now she sees him,
Her ghostly friend.
He holds his hand out to her.
She takes it
And runs her fingers
Through his hair,
She lays with him,
Her head on his arm,
And closes her eyes
As his fingers brush her cheek.
They sleep.
 Sin_the_fox · Sat May 10, 2008 @ 06:19pm · 0 Comments |
