PURPOSE

She wore a simple white dress I was in my usual grey She looked at me with tears I knew her eyes because i felt it too She liked roses with thorns I loved hopeful sunflowers We handed our favourite flowers Promises are meant to be broken We tied our little fingers In the name of the devil The moment i tied the knot in our fingers She painfully smiled as cuddle Fingers turned cold and grey Her soft lips turns dry and black She still looked pretty And I found my purpose for living Her... — DAVID