Droplets of water falls
on his soft face
emptyin his thoughts...his pain
he looks down apon her sweet expressionless face
his eyes are slowly moving down on every damage
he has witnessed impaled on to her
why did his loved one have to be dead?
tears gently run down his wet face
memories flicker like a flame through his vision
and he pulls out of his jacket pocket a gun
inside he feels like the world has ended
through his eyes.............
his last words are ' I never wanna be parted from you..my love'
and pulls the trigger.
blood spatters across the cold concrete
another teen boy takin his life just to be like romeo?
no.... its a boy who couldnt live without his juliet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tragic. the old, old story. love is always more powerful than life. nicely put poem i love the end :)