The wind ruffles my long hair as I walk down the path the dark clouds move in on the sun this trip wont be fun I hold the dozen roses all black as I reach my destination I find the place ghostly I kneel in front of his grave I put a rose where he lays all the roses one by one the last rose is the deepest red I've ever known crimson red from my blood the thorny stem has no luv it wrapped itself around my wrist the clouds started to leak from up above the blood washed onto his stone my old boyfriend now did know he knew I wuz to be with him the rest of my life I wish I could come back every day with more roses but today I will be left behind now the sun starts to show the clouds leave and now I know this is where I belong.
