A Heartbeat, A Death Note Poem by Evan Skora

A Heartbeat, A Death Note



If the night could hold our hearts,
The quiet wind
The cold and pleasing ting,
Then we shall forever be one.

If the day could be our passion,
The rough heat
The hot sweat on our necks,
Then we were ment to love.

If death would be our end,
The warm tears
The caress of a true love,
Then love was ment for us forever.

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