Dirges and Obituary

You said I wouldn’t like your playlist
But, my dear, I love your songs
How could I not
Our choices are so similar
But every word, every tune, is like they are wrought in my tears, my heart's blood
How songs disappear
How tears end all wars
Troubles in the garden and the roses bleed love
Here lies my heart all bruised and dark
Here lies my heart all silent in prayer
Now & forever yours

©asamvav111