Grave yard

grieving like a part of you being stripped away as she can only try to scream for what was once your today I walk in the allies of and I see your perfectly with old rusted petals I wish I knew who bought them because you hated daises but they lie next to you I wish I could step forward and touch your tombstone but I feel like touching will take me back to the dark allies where you took your last breath and so I stand in the graveyards and wacth the daises fall in pieces