Graves Where Flowers Should Be Poem by Lewis Marrow

we walked into the garden of love

saw things we shouldn't have

she was out stretched under a tree

and there were graves were flowers should be


well im crawling cuz she is honest and half way out the door

im calling but shes fading on her way to love

' well come on say it, come on say it to me now '

' well come on say it, come on say it to me now '

well im crawling cuz she is honest

' come on say it to me now '

im falling 'love'......