My December Grave

A Poem by krystal

Something I wrote when I was really depressed. I found the picture on Deviantart by MadameOreille.

Slowly her tears fall,
As her life begins to fade away,
She opened her eyes and knew it was gonna be today,
That her life would end,

It was December,
Her favorite month,
It was winter,
Her favorite season,

She was gonna die today,
Slowly her eyes close away,

Roses lay across her grave,
Her favorite flower,
She wanted it to be this way,

Everything was soon to be alright,
Because this was her December Grave.