Your Tombstone, My Grave
If I were to stare beyond you, I would see my grave.
Beyond you, I would see her crying on top of stone,
passing her fingers through your name,
tears falling down that grave.
I guess her love is now locked on that rock that holds your memory…
Rest in Peace, Kevin Winnincot…it said.
However, I always stare beyond her and upon her feet I see my grave,
with the tombstone above.
Her crying does not cease, it makes me wonder why?
Maybe she won't love me like she loved you,
maybe that should be my grave, your tombstone…
but would it stop her pain, if that was only your tombstone underneath my grave?