Layla Price


The Only Survivor - Poem by Layla Price

Once upon a time there was a girl
She liked having her hair in curls
She was a blond
And of life she was fond.
What more can I say
She loved living each day.

She new her life wasn’t perfect
But when you looked at her, you wouldn’t suspect it.
She lived, laughed and loved.
Then one night
A new life took flight
The driver was drunk!

Each day
Without a word to say
She lies in a coffin
And her father is sobbin'
For he was the driver
And the only survivor.

3/20/07


Comments about The Only Survivor by Layla Price

  • (3/20/2007 1:51:00 AM)

    You dont ever believe you are vulnerable until suddenly it happens and your life is never again the same. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/20/2007 12:24:00 AM)

    I just did it ten minutes ago. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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  • (3/20/2007 12:16:00 AM)

    Sad... but nicely penned (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, February 4, 2011


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