Welcome Back From The Dead

Welcome Back From The Dead short poem

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Well and you left me way too soon just
like that one sad day out of the blue
I cried every minute of everyday and
every night for about a week or two ’til
I casted that forbidden spell in the
shadow of a harvest moon to bring
you back to life…
Well now and look who’s back from
the dead, welcome back my love
I said standing over your grave holding
an arm full of black roses saying if you
never leave me again in a hundred
million years it will be too soon, come
away with me now my love and we will
live like two ghost’s in the night…
Oh and if I should die before I wake
I expect you to bring me back from
the dead by the same spell said from
the Egyptian book of the dead, standing
over my grave with an arm full of black
roses, saying …WELCOME…
WELCOME BACK MY LOVE…
WELCOME BACK FROM THE DEAD!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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