some days
i stroll through the
graveyard.
now a home
to all shattered hearts
&
dying lovers.
on this particular day
i saw you
laying at the foot
of a tombstone
marked
'us'
watering the soil beneath you
as you wept
in unison
with the clouds.
even through
the crashing rain
i could here you chanting
as you picked the perishing petals
off the heads
of the bouquet of roses
you'd brought with you
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
~ not
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men don't cry [Poetry]
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