i drew nearer to your casket
the death bed in which you were sleepingyour skin was cold and pale
ghost white eventhere were doritos there too,
your favorite snackyou had your mountain dew
and your favorite book"The Fault In Our Stars"
you became one of themyou were in your favorite dress
you wear it as you restyou died without knowing true love
but you were lovedand you left a little sparkle wherever you went
your sparkle still lingers in our school
i can see every now and againbut god, your casket was almost as pretty as you
it was snow white, with countless flowers surrounding itthat small white casket holds the biggest heart
and the sweetest girlit's not fair,
the casket gets to hold you
the ground gets to blanket you
and god gets to hear you singall we have is pictures
and my god, i miss you Closeeing you in that casket made me break
not because you were there, deadbut because you were in it,
so beautiful,
so peaceful,
and so, so lifelessatleast that casket keeps you safe.
YOU ARE READING
Easy Breathing Baby
Short StoryClover. March 22, 2001 - February 08, 2015. Goodbye bubbles..