Sleepover In The Cemtary! Poem by Ray Mesa

She's like a barbie doll
She never calls me
But that one day
On some person's grave
I shared a kiss I never knew exist
Who knew I would find bliss
In a graveyard?
She was so skinny I could feel her bones
It is not easy to explain, it's so hard
To say I felt some spark becuase she felt so cold
Now I'm alone and she seems so far
As I sit at home, I know that she is thinking of me
and As I hang my head and cry I still can smile
Becuase I was the last person she sleeped with before she died