I cannot help but follow you.
I cut my feet on January Thorns.
No one can ever love as I do.
No heart could hold what I mourn.
Hoar frost edges my lashes.
The blossom is long gone.
My mouth is full of ashes.
My mouth can hold no song.
Does he mean the same as I do?
Are his Midnight kisses quite as deep?
Does he hold you like I used to?
Or am I forgotten in my sleep?
But a heart has it’s allotted time.
You cannot bargain, steal or save.
The world has played it’s cruellest crime.
I see you happy, as I watch you from my grave.