~ The Mortician's Son ~
I am everlastingly in love with a boy,
Who is infatuated with the dead,
He whispers sonnets to the shadows,
Magic thrives within his enchanted head.
He has already arranged his funeral,
Carved his name onto a tombstone,
Though he promises not to leave me to soon,
We spend day in and day out dancing underneath the light of the glorious moon.
His mother paints the deceased,
His father shares only kind words,
My lover boy builds coffins,
Carving in them a intricate and beautiful verse.
Death has tweaked his heart of hearts,
Skin as pale as snow,
I love him just the way he is,
Even God would tell you so.
