Treasure Island

josselyn marroquin


A Lovers Miss and Death Wins p.2


She sees him holding her,
He cries when he sees the blood.
He asks 'why? ! Why her? ! Why me? '
After the funeral he cries,
After the funeral he lies in bed wishing she wasn't dead.
He wishes she wasn't so selfish to take her own life.

He wishes she didn't leave like this.
He gets her teddy bear, and cries,
He feels something strange inside.
Its a note hidden in the eyes.
'Do not fret, or cry over my death. Do not wish i would come back, you gave me enough love for a lifetime. But i was only a chapter in yours. I Love You... Always.'

He read the last sentence with tears in his eyes,

he kisses the note, and whispers, goodbye....

Submitted: Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Edited: Sunday, December 23, 2012
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