It's Not Emo If it's Real

as dusk breaks day

and night swoops in

it's dark cape twirling 'round,

the village it sleeps

as the sky above weeps

for you are not here to be found.

toll the bells high

and search the ground low

surely you have not yet fled.

but as dawn does approach

and the sunlight encroach

it seems certain to all - you are dead.

so now there is pain

there's an ache in my soul

i swear you have left me too soon.

for as wise men can say

and fools squander away

our love was just beginning to bloom.