With you

The grave keeps whispering our names through the overgrown grass.
Keeping you company in forever away from never ending mass.
Ever cried in a feeling of being together so close to ending?
Wrapped in forgiving arms a mere gesture from rules to our own bending.
But who needs tears when wings such as yours dry them?
Just to bring new life into once broken pupils without colors condemned.
So bury me in your eternal heart and make it our unwritten grave.
All my sins unable to be taken away but you stepped up the stairs always to forgave.
Lets be ghosts together where nobody can disturb our peace.
Its just you and me tangled in spirit bound by something to our ease.