I could feel no pain
As the blade entered my heart
Blood spread across my white shirt
Running down to the floor
I stood there in shock in pure surprise
We seemed so happy
What had gone wrong?
I watched with eyes wide open as you pulled out the knife
Cleaning it with a tea towel
As I fell to the floor
You walked away
Now my blood creates a pool
My life ebbing away
Looking at my life blood on the floor
It started to move
As though someone was shaping it
It formed words
I had to see what it was before I die
The words were all now formed
It was your name
Even in death my heart my blood is yours! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully, yet painfully written.