when i go
there will be red roses scattered
on my grave
and the wind will blow
while whispering my name
the sound will reach you
and then you'll remember
who i am
you will fall to your knees
full of regret
and whisper
"i'm sorry"
-come home while you can
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Author:
T.C. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Great write
Very intriguing
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