The silence was deafening;
Nothing but hte whispers of the night's wind.
Her eyes reflected the silver of the moon,
...
She looked out into the night
She cluctched her chest
Everything was starting to consume her
Possessing her every being
...
In the cold, still night,
A scream could be heard.
The people whisper;
The people ignore.
...
I started writing poetry in 7th grade, and now I'm a soon to be Junior in my high school.)
Betrayal Of The Heart
The silence was deafening;
Nothing but hte whispers of the night's wind.
Her eyes reflected the silver of the moon,
Whom was gimacing down upon her.
Her body lyed down in the crimson she called her own;
A pool of blood not deserved to be spilt.
Her poor soul looks not once at her cold body,
But at the man who's own hand pulled the trigger.
He smiles and takes a step away,
But not until the tears came down his face to stop him.
Looking back at the life he has taken,
He falls to now stained ground.