The sun shines
Trying to penetrate the thick clouds
But to no prevail
For there are shrouds.
When she sees the wilted plants
She falls in love all over again
With the dark cemetery
She calls home.
Even though she's living
She is the dead's best friend
For the wilted roses she leaves
Are the best gift to them.
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Death by Poetry
PoetryFeatures: Cemetery Ms. Merry Murder These are poems I have written. I really love to write poetry; it eases my mind from all the dark thoughts. These poems will be sad-ish, mostly revolving around death. It may be a persons death or a metaphorical d...
