AN: Alright, so I posted this a couple months back but it glitched spectacularly so here it is again. I wrote this one night while I was supposed to be cleaning my room. I don't entirely know why, but it just kind of happened. Anyway, here ya go.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own it. Never have, never will.
Her blood's running red
His mood has turned blue
He wishes he'd told her
That he loves her, too
His lover is dying
And soon she'll be dead
But always remain
In his dreams, hearts, and head
He knew it would happen
But never like this
She draws her last breath
He breaks earth with his fist
Her face has turned white
He screams til he's blue
Now tinted gold
With a face turning new
He was seeing all red
Until he turned gold
Just a scared little boy
Who's a thousand years old
The memories cling
To his mind and his soul
But as he gets brighter
The memories go
He stands up and leaves
Never turning his head
Blissf'ly unaware
That his lover is dead
He's been made new
And he'll never know
Why he dreams of a girl,
Of a ghost who's named Rose