I was originally writing a sad poem but my friend said it sounded like I was writing about something else so thats what I wrote about. Let's see it you can figure out what I'm talking about.

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Cover Stone

Can’t you see me?
Here I am
I’m waiting for you
Can’t you hear me?
I need to speak to you
Let me go
It’s cold where you left me
I’m empty inside
Invisible
Silent
Unliving
Voice echoing on stone walls
Dreamless sleep
Plagued by you
Won’t you come to me?
Roses
Dried and dying
Lay at my side
Cool hands
Breathless lips
Waiting for your touch
I know where tears fell
Long dried
On carved cover stone

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So what do you think? If you can't guess what this is talking about, I'll tell you: it's a tomb. I hope it sounds ok. .