When leaving my one true love
|I didn't cry, I died inside.
Since then, in graveyards I wandered.
Who could love my unoccupied
Body: place where love was squandered.
In graveyards I've screamed to wake dead
People: they seem alive to me.
Not knowing why joy of life has bled,
I belonged in your family tree.
The son I bore, no son may I.
No grandmother yet to become.
Career only to abide by,
No meaning, only left me numb.
So in graveyards I've wandered to
Seek meaning in leaving my loves.
No solace they offer, construe
Ghosts seem more real than you with gloves.