You and Your Grave

please,
take me out to your grave
now.
all of these feelings are changing
over time.

someone i'll always miss
the earth where i take my seat upon
the earth where i always put my eyes on
the eyes which always turn wide
making mirrors, and broken.

every sunday
I force myself to carry on
every sunday
i can't keep my feet to move
to where your body now gone.

please,
take me out to your grave.
where our butterflies and pigeons meet.
where the chldren are smiling and flying with their feet.
where our bodies collide and meet..
in eternal place, believed as heaven.