Violet by Tate
Doesn't matter where you're buried
It just matters where your heart last beat
Even if you throw my corpse into the sea
I'll be here to worship at your feet.
Time Reposed
Come back to me Violet of Spring
I still see a hint of your vibrancy
Even withered and dry
Your color catches my eye.
Sing to me, ghost in my attic,
I still hear your sweet voice,
Long after you've made your choice
To leave the mortal world behind.
Make me laugh, clown in my box,
Your face's joy faded,
but I need one last joke.
Dance with me, ghoul of my dreams,
Only but a faint memory,
of what I had once seen.