poem LOL

here lies all that have come before me

cemetery of love, proved similar to grief

she still sets flowers on your grave, carefree

she has been exempt from the neglect of a thief

but the flowers have since gone missing

left your headstone stripped of color

its your beloved youve been dismissing

you have chosen to die in squalor

you had promised to worship, to serve her

naive to her strength of a tidal wave

i am more than an observer;

i am the flowers taken from the grave