She went to write a poem
With blood stained hands
Her fingers where shaking
Leading the pen in dance
Words formed in her head
'Flowers my darling'
A poem of love and hope filled the lines
'In exchange for a kiss'
A year after
The poems she wrote changed
They where still poems of love
But no longer hope
'Lovers under the moon'
Was the first line
'Their story ending far too soon'
Was the last
A year later she was done
Not with love but with life
She wrote her last poem
On the blood stained lines
'This isn't a story of love and hope
Rather a story of loss
The story goes to tell you
How the ending was near
And how she cried her last tear
It will tell you she was done
With life and ready to move on
To heaven and bey-'
The poem was never finished
The story ended to soon
The pages was never seen
Hidden far away
In the depths of her heart
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
