If at all graves told tales, they would say
I was an ordinary graveyard till I met you
I was already dead by the time you reached for my hand
I was weak, beaten and bruised by life
I abhorred this thing called love
But you gave me a million reasons to smile
And like a budding crop I did not wither, i sprouted instead, became stronger
I was watered by you to the point I am in today
I am forever indebted to you
I could proudly say I am a living graveyard that grows flowers on it
Loves, this one crept me out FR...but leave your comments though
