GRAVE DIGGER...

You know,

My heart still calls your name.

 

And every time it's lock down,

I have no choice but to remember you.

It's in everything I do,

Even though I want to forget you,

You are my poison,

And your name makes death sound sweeter than raw honey.

The winds in my eyes are no bit of truth,

My glass eyes right there for you to see,

Tears I tell myself are non-existent.

Though that is not possible,

You are far away from me.

I fell in love with another, and so your chapter was one I was ready to close.

My mind wanders, and I wonder if I was wrong.

I took the bait, the poisonous one.

And now I cry bitter tears, for falling for the wrong,

Person?

I am full of lies.

I strike one and nurse the other.

The bitter truth, not one I like to mention.

Like the grave digger, I make profit from another’s loss.

Perhaps I am digging my own grave,

And soon, like my bed, I will but have to lie in it.

Will you be there with me?

I may have killed you already 

BEFORE, NOW, AFTER...

Before,

We were but strangers in the dark,

 

Long days cast a heavy weight on us,

Shadows on the ground our constant friend.

The floor was too familiar,

Head always hanging,

No strength to come up for air.

Suffocating in a crowd, when all we needed was one reassuring voice.

Now,

We say words sweeter than honey,

Music so sweet we could dance on one foot.

You are the constant hand I look for when in need,

Of everything big and small.

My fingers cannot solely count all you have become,

Done,

For me, with me, and beside me.

After,

We will know not life without the other half.

Every time the song comes up,

You will pick me up and we shall dance.

For this, 

Is the true future.