The Unquiet Grave

I love this poem. 😀

The Wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.

I’ll do as much for my true-love,
As any young man may;
I’ll sit and mourn all at her grave
For a twelvemonth and a day.

The twelvemonth and a day being up,
The dead began to speak:
‘Oh who sits weeping on my grave,
And will not let me sleep?

‘Tis I, my love, sits on your grave,
And will not let you sleep;
For I crave one kiss of your clay-cold lips,
And that is all I seek.

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips;
But my breath smells earthly strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.

“Tis down in younder garden green,
Love, where we used to walk,
The finest flower that ere was seen
Is withered to a stalk.

The stalk is withered dry, my love,
So will our hearts decay;
So make yourself content, my love,
Till God calls you away.

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Twisted Desire

By tabbi and i.

return my heart when i am dead
my hand on your throat,
let me take your breath away.

my heart turns cold,
my eyes catches yours
killing you softly, killing you slow.

you stare at me,
i no longer smile,
and i know the bleeding isn’t mine now.

drip, drip, drip
seems familiar, doesn’t it?
what was once mine is now yours to keep.

i wear a bottle of your blood around my neck
to remind me of the days we had,
with me knowing that you are dead

though you are gone
i’ll still be singing the same sad song
feeling your spirit as it lingers on.

after all,
you’re still buried in my backyard..