Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2017
Her hair is red on a cotton dress of blue
Her voice has that spice that makes me a fool
But the hair is falling, the dress now a gown
The honey ***'s gone shallow, you're leaving town
Shadows have overcome, the sky's begun to pout
We have come to learn that you are on your way out
My world begins to shake, the walls continue to crumble
Once again on your feet, you begin to stumble
Your eyes stil sparkle, your lips quiver
You cannot be saved from what's within your liver
You once said to me "Don't cry when I flee"
If I do not, what will that make of me?
The years we have walked; the miles we traveled
The laughs we talked; the secrets kept raveled
I wish to carry you away from the light
Take your hand and help you win this fight
A turn for the worst was the doctor's vote
The memory of you I shall forever tote
The hair is on the floor, the dress hung out to dry
Buy tell me my darling, why must you die?
Anthony Smith
Written by
Anthony Smith  26/M/Montana
     izzn, Imran Islam, Anthony Smith, Andrew Rueter and Madeon
Please log in to view and add comments on poems