Dying To See Me Poem by Phil Soar

Dying To See Me



She said she was dying to see me
I had no idea how much
She explained she would please me in so many ways
That I'd crumble beneath her soft touch
But then something untoward happened
She fell off a bridge whilst out walking
And she died when she fell, and I guess that's pure hell
And I think that now she is done talking

Monday, May 14, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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