Gothic

• Meet Me At The Graveyard

  Meet me at the graveyard​​​​​​​where the vines grow wildand trees cover the tombs.Where we can take off our shoesand step on grass so soft,yet so overgrown.Where the spirits of those now restingcan enjoy our quiet company,​​​​​​​knowing they are not truly alone. Meet me at the graveyardwhere someday we will be sleepingand sit with me on Read More