Missing slates in the roof,
Where the rain falls through,
The gate swings on creaky hinges,
He stares solemnly into his,
His dusty oak mirror,
He sees her face he sees her,
Looking back at him she seems so beautiful,
The warm loving eyes look shameful,
The beauty unmatched the look of loneliness,
He reaches his hand out to confess,
"I love you" he cries,
"Why did you have to die?"
"Why did I have to survive"
"Why am I still alive,"
"Now I know I was right,"
"I will have to die alone tonight,"
She traces his hand and pulls him closer,
"I know," she says "I know you chose her." |
