Our Speacial Spot

When I came home that day
I found you waiting with a rose,
your red rose that you held in your
hand made me feel better again.
I never would have guessed the nature
of the rose, but now I do that much is known.

I waited for you in our speacial spot,
the place were we met and played.
I gazed over the landscape of the
green grass. The moonlight was resinating
off of the ponds clear water. Your eyes always
looked good in the moonlight, your eyes make
me weap when I think of you and our speacial place.

When you came to me you were a light,
the light that lit my dark tunnel of death and sorrow.
Now your gone. Oh, how foolish of me to think that your god wouldn't exstinguish you. I have waited here for you for to many years to count
not moving from this spot hoping you will return and all will be fine. I'm sorry for what I said to you before your light dissapeared.

I miss you more than words can explain,
You were the one and only light at the end of the tunnel.
I am now left here in darkness, the darkness that now
consumes me and my mind. The walls around are constricting me
scratch and claw I do, but nothing happens.
I sit down in the middle of the darkness and look back at our
speacial spot where your light shined bright.