Roses laid upon the bed
Ground cold with a morning frost
We stop and shed a tear for a loved one lost
We stand there in silence as we see the last of them
As there lowered into there new dirt bed
I can't bare to think what's going to happen if I blink
Because if I do I know I'll split in two
And the tears won't stop until I die too.
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PoetryThese are poems I write, there just things that come upon me:) I hope you guys like them!