Explore Poems GO!

I Didn't Mean

I DIDN'T MEAN TO KILL HIM
There he was lying
In a pool of blood dying
Begging for his life, straining
Slowly, his life fading

Holding the dagger in my hand
Heart beating like a band
Is he dead or just playing dead
My love...was I that bad to kill?
His lips so kissable even in his dying state
Read More
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: agony
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

6/22/2021 3:20:36 PM # 1.0.0.632