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Take your memories back
They are desired no more
Life is obsolete, one big bore
My love is eternal but I cannot stand these feelings,
feelings which bring fatigue from concealing
Imagining- praying our dispute never happened
I am yours, you are mine
We are happy, not yet blind
I cherish those imaginary hours with you
Becoming depressed to discover they are not true
Our innocents has run away

The sun has set on our perfect day
My very best friend, how I wish you did stay...
As the moon shines on your freshly dug grave
A tear drop falls and I begin to crave
Dropping to my knees
Feelings of horror cannot cece
Sorrow rushes through my soul
Sorrow no one else could possibly know
Franticly I unearth the dirt
My final attempt to end this hurt
As the cold mud hits my face,
memories come back and I fall into a daze
There you stand
Our world not yet damned
Embracing your body in a tightly bound hug
I feel joyous, happy, and loved
I snap back into reality
My heart no longer feeling free
I dig and I dig
Faster and faster
My hands are black, covered with blood
I notice they have stained the mud
Breath is becoming short, arms are getting tired
If I don't hurry up, I too will expire
At last I have hit a hard hollow surface
I break through the barrier, feeling awfully nervous
There you lay, at the bottom of your crypt
A scene not even my wildest dream could predict
For a minute all I do is stare
Not believing it's you who is laying there
I bend down to kiss your cold cheek
Nothing is said, no reason to speak
I lay next to you, we are side by side
Just like we were before you died
I laugh as I recall past days;
Laugh as I stare at your motionless face

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