I see the agony in your eyes.
Like your actions, inevitable as they are will lead to my demise.
I see you trying hard to let me off your hook.
The trigger you're trying so hard to pull.
But if you want to be my end,
Then i would like to let you know bullets don't kill me.
I would like you to use a knife.
I would like to feel the sensational touch of your fingers,
As you calm the rhythm of my heartbeat.
I would like you to look me in the eye as you thrust the tip of your knife in my chest, carving your name in my heart.
YOU ARE READING
THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
