grave love

The puddles in the street were the color of lead
These tastes and shapes of words spoken among the living and the dead
Night jasmine dances under an indigo sky
I stand here crying over the grave where we died
We could have had it all, been something envied and grand,
But our chaos took over letting us fade away into our self made wasteland,
I mourn you , us, and everything we never could never be,

And all that is left are the graveyards of a failed love, leaving nothing of you, and little left of me.

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