Graveyard Carousel

Graveyard Carousel

A little ode to Clyde Barrow and Bonnie Parker.

Even in death, Clyde my love
even in death we can’t be stopped, we can’t be told.
Softly spoken words in our morning bed
‘bout robbing banks at the hour of noon
dancing on a graveyard under a full moon
your arms around my waist, Clyde!  I’m so in love.

 

But,

ain’t it sad we died in ambush that day?
We never had the chance to escape anyway.
The death gift gaves us more time together.
Yeah baby, more time forever.Always at play,
no boundaries all day.
Even if we breath no more, we always have youth.

 

So,

Let’s wander this graveyard that has been our home for years!
Ride ghostly carousels, love and laugh true nighty tears.
cause at the first morning glory we must dissapear
to the dark of our coffins, just resting tight

 

Bonnie and Clyde, always side by side