Cheryl 4 Poem
My mind wonders if she is cold and lonely
But, then I realize her shell is decaying slowly,
Her death doesn't seem real
Until I remember the day I touched her and she didn't feel,
The touch of her face was cold and like rubber
Then the thought runs through my mind how much I love her,
I just wanted to wake her up and say your not dead
But, deep inside I knew she was with God instead.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2009
Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015
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