Left roses on your grave

She always looked so beautiful
She fell into the roses, so plentiful
Broken on the ground
Drops of crimson red
Soaked the corners of her frown
She smeared it in the petals dried and dead
Thoughts that never unwound
A silent picture movie, running out of film
Blank pictures, black and grey
Withered burned, left in pilm
Quiet melodies,lonely, Left astray


She screams so beautifully
A queen in a crimson bloody crown
Rising elegantly from her grave
vines clung to her dead memories
 Thorns tearing  paper skin, depraved

So silently, she will be lost and never found
Tears of shining diamond,sullen into black
Engulfing words she can never take back
She's left to close her fists
Her head caving in your chest
She thought she had the best
Left with nothing now
 a thousand heartbreaks
She hopes to finally rest
Morphing ,making angels in the the dirt
She burrows ,sinking ,soiled with hurt
 Cracked , masked, her skin cakes
This grave she dug now
She smells the last of you on her favorite shirt
her heart turns to clay
You watered just to play
Till mud runs through your fingers
Forms a pool
A colorless matter

A Devil's playground for the fool
Dust of last pigments ,chalky colors linger
She'll pray for heaven's latter
A man who smiles and who flatters
A sleeping beauty
A heart waiting
To be loved and mend what's shattered
A life worth awakening
A man she yearns to love
Dig up her buried bones, pieces, scattered
A kiss she hopes and prays from up above
Broken bottle with his letter
sent from his messenger dove
Dipped in ink with a feather
Her fairytale finally finished
The earth open not calloused
Her throne renewed and polished
Her heart of stone never to dull or diminish
Hands never to be forsaken
A nightmare forgotten and forever shakened