Death
Death Old ladies perfume, Smelling of roses. People are crying. The smell of magnolias. An open coffin, Lay in place of a bed. And I am still sobbing because you are dead. I think of your smile, your sparkling green eyes as you look at me fondly, like I was a prize. But those days are gone. You’re cold to a chill. The lawyers are wondering, who inherits what in your will. A kiss of death Still lies on your lips Your pale lips, Still remembering their first kiss. Everything falls silent as the service begins. I take a deep breath, Take everything in. Life as I know it, has ended for me. But I will always remember, How you love me.10/?/99, Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 10:26 AM PST 10 • 0
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