Someday
you will be forgotten,
while you live,
your memory will escape me,
that day
through my eyes
every sight will be blue,
red and pink.
Every sound richer,
every emotion rewarding.
The skies mirth shall pour
unto a dead heart,
which you killed,
knowingly
when you decided to part.
When love dies,
the undead rise.
Let it
I die,
for love was empty,
my mind was,
when you said I love you plenty.
Angel eyes
angel wings,
will be dust,
when you die,
you will be dust.
This you must,
But
Someday I will die too,
your memory
will be long gone.
