Merciless clouds forming a laughing faded face of
Emptiness reminding me of the melancholy space.
Why does every clear melody make me want to cry?
When I know myself all my tears have run dry.
With vulnerable blue eyes she always had her hair in a mess
Pain always cuts me deep when I remember her soft velvety caress
I always dreamed of swimming in the pools of her eyes
Now she haunts me with blood stained on the clear skies.
Still breeze whispers her soft moan whenever I'm alone
Her pink gowns and laces remind me that she's gone
I see her figure under every Ebony tree I see.
Who would believe that I had buried her six feet deep.
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