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Sep 2019
Things were always so rosy
We could both be left alone
Until she started to get a little nosy
I had to be free and allowed to roam
We would be as one when we got cosy
But when I told her, she looked as stiff as a gnome

There is no pain in death
Just some pain while dying
I hope my papa wasn't lying
When I gasp my last breathe

Go ahead, come, blow my mind
Make my face glow, please be kind
She was so ******* forgiving
At least she was, in the beginning
I thought she was just drunk and dumb
Until she started to explore real red ***

There is no pain in death
Just some pain while dying
I hope my papa wasn't lying
When I gasp my last breathe

She searched the web for weird and magical potions
Even started brewing her own home made lotions
When asking her about her secretive creations
She would make a loud and noisy commotion
I feel like a deadman walking, just waiting for that extra dose
Just wanted to feel at home, instead my end feels so close

There is no pain in death
Just some pain while dying
I hope my papa wasn't lying
When I gasp my last breathe.
Written by
Mark
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