These Graves Are Filled With Happiness by LiViNGMyTH, literature
Literature
These Graves Are Filled With Happiness
Careless circles
In a field of happy flowers
Shining sky
Smiling sun
Cotton clouds
Turn nightmares to dreams
And hate to love
A perfect location
For a first date
Then a second
And a last
The sun shines down
And glints on concrete
Crookedly sitting on the earth
Marking the first dates
The attempted escapes
The early summer picnics
The happy and sad memories
Careless circles
In a field of rotting bones
Shining sky
Smiling sun
Cotton clouds
Turn dreams to nightmares
Hate to love
Love to death