A Lovers Miss, And Death Wins... - Poem by josselyn marroquin
The girl is quiet,
She dont understand,
Why she is here
on this strange land.
She loves music and dark places,
She dont reconize their fake faces.
She has fresh blood on her scar-ed arms,
It dont stop,
She is alarmed.
The people talk loudly
while her music plays,
She thinks her mind is a maze.
She is afraid and alone
as she thinks of her home.
She watches the people and
she waits for the right time,
She hears a voice saying
'now is the time' but
She hears her heart say 'wait awhile, '
She can feel her lover embrace her softly,
Saying I Love You so sweet and nicely,
He kisses her
then leaves her wanting.
She feels his heart and his breath on her neck.
She wishes and
hopes it dont end.
He continuses to say I Love You
as the blood drips down her hand
onto the floor of this strange land.
She kisses him,
his soft, sweet lips.
She hugs him as her mind becomes an abyss.
She starts to cry as the blood dont stop.
She tries to say something,
she tried to talk,
she grips his hand,
she closes her eyes,
and she dies.
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