How cliché you were
My darling,
To tilt your head back willingly
And let the silver shards caress your neck
To bathe under the dryness of his breath
And taste the salty residue of his ache

Unable to cry after the fading daylight died…

Different colors made of tears
Now illuminate our candle-lighten lane
Where our footsteps burned our tracks into the ground
We left inside the cavern of his heart

A willow never weeped so sweetly…

I watched it all,
Your backyard transform into graveyard
While you sang in the wind from a willow tree
To tombs sealed with your crimson-colored kiss
A hint of sugar had adorned your lips
Telling of your morning tea

And the baby’s breath did brown with no remorse…

Talons bruise the feeble fruits of youth
Desert sands too beautiful for life
We’ll dance under the eagles overhead
For tonight,
We’ll have one final drink with death.