Breathless and Dead
so i went to that same place,
the very one we first met,
and i smelled its odor,
and i knew i needed you more.
days and days went by,
i could see you every once awhile,
but i needed to find that perfect time,
to at-least try make you mine.
i waited for the perfect time,
in my mind i planned it all for a while,
and when i saw you that final day,
you were lying breathless and dead.
Copyright © Sarah Enoch | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment