In an old dark cemetery
grows a single blood red rose
She passes it every night
on her way home
No matter how bad her day was,
just seeing it made her smile
Going to her raven colored room
she lights some candles
and puts on some music
8.18/04 9:52pm
While she waits for him to come from the shadows
He climbs through the window
Goes & sits beside her on the coffin & smiles gently
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