I bought a new dress
To decorate myself for
Greif.
Last month it was pants,
The month before that a shirt---
But now that death becomes me well,
I feel obligated to wear a skirt.
I bought a new dress,
All black and soft,
Knowing the stains of sorrow
On my other clothes
will never rub off.
YOU ARE READING
Verses
PoetryBook One: ~Romanticism~ An anthology of poems I worked on for a poetry class. They are reflective of how one feels when the heart and mind become entangled. Book Two: ~About~ Another collection of poetry that illuminates and explores the definitio...
