red with regret


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

  • Author: T.C. (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 10th, 2018 13:19
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 31


  • Tony36

    Great write

  • Canticle

    Very intriguing

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