At His Tombstone.

I stare at the tomb stone,
Rose in hand.
How could he do this?
How could he leave me now?
How could he pull that trigger?
Did he think of me at all,
While staring down the pistol?
Was I not worth it anymore?
I no longer ment enough to him,
I wasn't enough to live for.
He lied to me then,
With every smile,
with Every Kiss,
With Every I Love You
Slipping through his lips.
The liar, the betrayer.
Or is he waiting for me somewere?
Is he waiting for me to join him,
To dance with him in the stars
And kiss me in the in the breeze.
To hold me close for all eternity.
Is he waiting for me,
To take hold that gun with him
and shoot a hole through me as well?
Give myself a crimosn escape
And find him in my eternal dream
where our souls will dance
alone
unharmed
unable to be separated
Is this what he wanted?
Is that what we are ment for,
a rerun of a shakespere love story.
Maybe it would all be for the best.
To join eachother somewere new.
I put the rose down and shed a tear.
If this is what you want my love,
then I am sorry but I am standing you up.
And now I will forever feel
like your blood is on my hands.
How could he do this to me?
He knew I would not be ready to go
and that I would also not be able to ever
truely Live
or Love
again.
But I will forgive him in time.
I will move on and the scars will fade alittle.
I will find him in the stars,
The breeze,
the summer flowers.
Oh My Love,
Fate is such a fool,
Fate is such a fool.