Here i am today.
Though i thought i died.
But maybe i did but didn't realize it.
Because i think i died in your arms.
I think i died by the way you looked at me.
the way we would stare at each other
Then look away hoping no one saw.
And in the end i said something i
shouldn't of said. So i think i died.
Hopefully with that gun in my hand.
But you never know.
But today i think i died in your arms,
I thought were mine.
-BeautifulNightmare-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They say looks can kill