Satisfied Sorrows.

D e a t h .

A breath of fresh crisp air, it's snow.
Here you are, laying in a row,
Where My flowers always seem to die,
I thought I didn't come here to cry.
Those words we said came at a cost.
Time passes on by,
Wandering and lost.
These feelings are like hallways.
They blur and blend, and the doors never quite seem to end.
I'm not really sure if I'm meant to stay,
But here I am in disarray.
My role never clearly defined,
Yet our lives were entwined,
I can't duplicate that high,
A pure bliss; I won't deny.
My soul breaks in two,
Standing at your grave with doubts and no clue.
Only a wasteland in front of me,
something I never could foresee...
-R E D S.