Now you're dead
To me at least
My love for you
Has now decreased.
You lay there
In your coffin
With that drugged up
Smirk on your face.
I can still smell the
Alcohol on your breath.
You're still breathing
But I'm going to bury you,
6 feet underground.
So you know
How it feels to be dead.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Poems By Joshua McGraw
PoetryAll of the poems are written by me. Idk why I'm putting my poems in here but I guess I'll give it a shot.
