Our Secret Place Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
Where I used to sing; where you first saw my face
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
Where we met each night, where we ran to with haste
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
To ask me for forgiveness of your disgrace
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
Where blood stained white roses show your tempers quick pace
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
So there you can tell me how my death tastes
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place

Would you come to
Our garden secret place
And lie down beside me, feel the earth’s embrace
Bring your shovel, Bring my seed,
Bring my box of lace
Plant them six feet under in our secret place