Alias: Grace

It’s okay she knows the way to go.
and paint the trails retire in the grey.
a twisted thorn in her weeping dress i lie.
hide these tears before they run.
that dreary smile she left behind.
I’ll fall into her eyes.
She said it would rain soon.
the moments pass us by.
everything i left of you.
memories are hard to leave behind.
closed your eyes and left me here to die.
i loved the way you used to smile.
i will not leave you