I am your forgotten friend
My body old and decayed
My breath is as stale as bread
My skin shriveled and gone
I am supposed to always be on your mind
I am rotting in a casket
I am waiting for you to think of me
My last wish is to be in your thoughts
There will always be people
There will always be people not with us today, and sometimes life is so busy we forget. Great write.
losing friendship is hard and
losing friendship is hard and this poem seems to put the pain out for all of us to feel and consider when ending friendship ourselves
thanks for the share
Much Love
Ashley
Abbie "Is" Awesome.... Great
Abbie "Is" Awesome....
Great write....
Blessings.
Quite a morbid write this
Quite a morbid write this poem, a good recital for the scarmongering season of Haloween, I think. Your poem is well written and is very descriptive creating scary images.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Rotted, old, decayed... and
Rotted, old, decayed... and still wanting. Wow Abbie. That's so halloweenish. Love it!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "