Gravestone

I will ornate the gravestone and come out of
the graveyard of our dead love,
the love that wasn't meant to be.
It was a bastard 
with cute little hands 
and real eyes.
It was a little baby,
I wanted him to grow,
brave adversities,
go to beaches,
build sandcastles 
and watch them getting destroyed
by huge waves that batter the shore.
But people started talking,
I killed my bastard.
Now I have puffy eyes,
I ornate myself and go out.