GONE

I didn't know you were gone when the roses died.
I couldn't even tell from the sorrows of their eyes,
Even when you said goodnight, never realized it was goodbye.
Even as tears came from my eyes i don't believed i cried.
Even as beautiful as u look in the coffin i don't believe you died.
As I lay pretending to sleep it ain’t any fun.
Still can't believe that you're really gone.
But i believe that whenever you've gone I’ll get there too.
Cuz our love's too much, much more than me or you.

[a good sweetheart friend of mine died. Just wrote to illustrate my degree of love]