portray
We had fallen into a love so deep
It seemed we shared one heart.
And that heart would surely break
If we should ever part.
But one day her past called its bills
And she was called away.
And I was called by a force so pure
That I could only stay.
We vowed to meet
In a way that would portray
Our future together,
Holding a rose if it be our last time
Or daises if forever.
Trains come and go like phantoms.
They are ghost lines that carry the past.
I stand in my heart holding a dark lantern
And the questions that I ask.
We walk towards each other.
Our hands clasp what our hearts know
She holds daises.
I, one pure rose.