Living With Death

I knew a girl who used to cry
She smiled at me yesterday
She told me it was time for her to die
Her pillow is lying on my bed
It smells of her perfume
I could not sleep without it

I knew a girl who wanted to die
She smiled at me the other day
She told me it was time for her to try
Gone is the pillow lying on my bed
But I still smell her perfume
I've slept for days without it
I wanted her to comeback, too

by Scott Sayre

Comments (1)

Very sad poem. But a nice sentiment. Brian