The silver tears,
Streamed down her face,
As she remembered the things,
She tried to erase.
Her heart beat faster,
So out of place,
In the silent room,
Her steps retraced.
Her mask of horror,
Slapped to her face,
The look he gave her,
With his embrace.
The dress she was wearing,
With pretty lace,
Lies on the floor,
Oh what a waste.
He left her lying there,
On the floor,
The grace in his walk,
As he left through the door.
Her tears of silver,
Turn to red,
As pool of it,
Surrounds her head.
The cup he gave her,
Lies on the bed,
The shallow drink,
Dripping like lead.
A gasping breath,
No beating heart,
He wanted her,
But she was smart.
He didn’t ask,
He took instead,
Now she lies,
As good as dead.
Comments
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wow... thats great lol i cant even think of anything else to say o.o.. well its one of my favourites now
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Wow, very nicely written. It has a goood flow and rhythm throughout it. Dipicts the story brilliantly with great imagry.
Keep up the good work,
Claire-Anne
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ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh... spookyish, lol, love it!
Luv Kate
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