The Burial

i reached for your hand
but you weren't there
my life along the way
has fallen to the ashes

(chorus)

this fire consumes me
i can breathe on my own no longer
i held you close
but you disappeared from my arms

all i wanted
was to be there
waiting for you
you needed my help
but you pushed me away

(chorus)

and now i stand
waiting
knowing
that you will never return
i reached for your hand
but you weren't there

(written by a girl named Heather)

Rose

This rose
Thrown to and fro
Across your traffic and your paved trails
Withers
Loses it beauty
Loses everything you took away

I wait for you
Beside my self
I fold my petals around my broken wrist
So as you cannot see
I am your last white rose
I am your last taste of wine

Can you come closer
Piece together these thorns trapped in the moment

[an interpretion of something i wrote by a friend named Lauren...]

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