My Death Poem by Alyce Crowley

My Death



I meet a girl,
Once whom I knew
Could be
Would be
My death
And I still followed her
Everywhere

Her scent intoxicated me,
Her voice was spring,
But I knew she was the sweetest poison
But I followed her
Everywhere

Tiny hands,
Perfect beauty
I die when I see her
In my mind
And I know
She’ll be
My Death

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