Dead people receive more flowers 

Than living becoz regrets hurt

Than gratitude that was never shown

If the love I furnish you with is not enough

Just tell me the sweet truth

Than the true lies giving me faded hopes 

For the bitter truth will unchain my lost soul

 

When am gone

Don't sit and weep on my grave

For you never shed a tear

When you glanced at the wrath of my heart

The dramatic beat was all you envied

For granted you pursued the masters of your wants

While my heart rushes for the PhD of your happiness

 

Don't put the beautiful flowers on my grave

With tinted glasses roses that you never gave me

When I stood right infront of you

But you closed the door on my face and I walked away

Into the cutting cold of the icy rain

That gave me a company in shivering

Less did I notice the world of no return

Staring at me across the street

For it was ready to take me home

 

Never sit on my grave when am gone 

For you never sat next to me even in the dark 

Of the lonely vacuum we had

I feel alone even when you lay next to me

Under the shed of the beautiful sandy beach of Tarach

You only sat infront of me in a fancy restaurant 

When you placed chips kuku

Never will sitting on my grave turn

Any of these into reality 

For you locked the reality away like windshow outcast

When I walked into the dark of the night

 

Never weep for me

For you will need those tears 

For the unchangeable past that is unforgiving 

To the constant  torture for the living

How I wish I could go back and change you

Someway rearrange you

Rectify the ills and replace the wrongs

With the good wills

 

If I could change the course 

Maybe I could stand here without remorse 

Perhap if I peeped across the street

Maybe I couldn't be taunted by these voices

Haunted by all the stupid things you did

Making me wish I took an alternative action

Turn around and face you without regrets

Becoz I won't be armed with memories

I won't forget

 

Its so unfair that you are armed 

With my nightmares 

A fine knitting-fabricatted with fear, regret and guilt 

And with this you suffocate my happiness 

So give me the beautiful roses today

Instead of putting them on my grave

 

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