Cemetry of Memories

Telling, as my hands still tremble,
The story of our fast decay
Let all your colours disassemble
Because your eyes were black that day

Forget those dreams that once were ours
Pushing to be dreamed again
A dream of heart that just devours
The love that is now gone insane

We were Cerulean

Enlightened by the setting shine
Of our star that now is mine
To keep bright in this howling breeze

A story – one in myriad
This bigotry I bury at
My Cemetry of Memories