Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2015
Her skin was cold as ice
And pale as winter snow.
She tried to make it right,
But it was time to go.

How do you say goodbye
To everything you know?
She really did try,
But it was time to go.

Don't waste your prayers on the dead.
The living need them more.
Close your eyes and bow your head.
She spreads her wings and soars.

Like an angel she flew,
Said farewell to the world below.
Left everyone that she knew
Because it was time to go.
The roses have wilted.
The violets are dead.
Chelsey
Written by
Chelsey
471
   Evan Hayes, --- and SPT
Please log in to view and add comments on poems