They found her
underneath the oak tree
behind the Laurel Park.
Children parted
between solemn parades
of timeless blue.
They wrapped her
in her mother's
ivory wedding dress.
Her rose lips
were parted in
a soft smile.
The sky rolled
in greyscale,
dripping quiet.
They said that
she smiled
from the gentle
touch of heaven.
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Once, We Lived | Poetry Collection Completed
PoetryA collection of poetry from the high-school years of an semi-angsty teen with too much time on her hands. This is an exploration of the different facets of life and the perceptions of a teen of the 2010s with a knack for words. Warning: contains con...
