The Graveyard Girl

Down the corner, 

there I saw, 

her hands were dirty, 

and accent was raw!

 

She smiled at me, 

with her very sharp teeth, 

I was afraid of life, 

I was warm in heat!

 

She likes the dark, 

but shines like pearls, 

she dreams of lines, 

but always get curls!

 

She kept her shovel, 

near my dead hand, 

she dug me well, 

lay me on the land!

 

I was thinking of heaven and was thinking of hell, 

when she kissed my head, and said

 ' here u rest well'.!

Oh lord! Thanks for her heaven, kiss, and dirty hands!

 

Inspiration - Graveyard Angel!