Three Months and Dead

as the third month passes the day you wrote over me those mellow words fell on me like water drops as someone once told me as the third month passes and i still love you itll show how much i do love you as our book sits undone and dusted untouched pages plenty of more pages to go room to write a full novel as the third month passes i still want to tell you even though we haven't talked seems like eternity but i still love you im probably like a ghost to you now ill just sit outside this desert wait for your heart to dry out in front of me until the last vein takes its last breath