Over her grave
A beautiful tombstone, like her
With hard concrete, and God's soil
Flowers
Messages
I, Drunk, and in tears
I still smelled her perfume
I still felt her skull smiling back at me
So the angels asked me to leave
For I was about to wake her soul
Dead and Gone
That's how far she is
Loved
Respected
Cherished
And missed
That's how close she stays to my heart
And I would walk a thousand miles
Just to see her beautiful face once more
And the sound of her voice, again.
