DEATH Poem: WATER IN YOUR COFFIN, by Autumn Howard

Your hands are cold when I touch you
Your eyelids are shut
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this blue
This hits right in the gut

There is water in your coffin
That escaped from my eyes
Hopefully, you’re off in
The golden paradise

So, when you are looking down on me from above
Know that you were my truest love

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