Funeral

A coffin of black,
A gold rim and lining.
A cross to match,
And a red rose bouquet binding,
White silk insides,
A soft dress to wear,
This is what my funeral should look like when you get there.
Natural makeup, nothing intense,
Hair done nicely, nothing too serious,
While my friends look in disbelief, suspense,
And my family crying, too overwhelmed to stare,
That is what my funeral should be like when you get there.
Skin so fair,
A porcelain doll would be envious,
The pastor is so calm,
Friends say he's delirious,
I want to sit up, but I know that sight nobody could bear,
That's what my funeral will feel like when you get there.
Maybe I will animate,
And hug my things tight.
Look at my flowers, guests, and memorials,
To my left and my right,
But to everyone else,
I'll be sleeping like a baby,
And maybe,
I won't realize it.
Because to me, my funeral will feel like another day when everyone gets there.
Category:Poetry
Category:Ghosts
Category:Reality