poetry

No Rose On Your Grave

toxic

When I'm done with you
Your buried six feet under
Don't be needing a shovel after that
I won't be digging up your corpse
You have became worthless to me

I won't be leaving a rose on your grave
Since you were never the same
Once I seen passed the false exterior
I truly got to know that I had to destroy your interior

Nice from a far
But far from nice
My gut warned me of people like you
But I chose to ignore it thinking it was wrong
In the long run it didn't take much time for my gut to be proven right
Someone might as well hire a priest as it was time for your last rights

I won't be leaving a rose on your grave
Since you were never the same
Once I seen passed the false exterior
I truly got to know that I had to destroy your interior

Ken