Murder Poem by Mia Perez

Murder



I feel the cold blade
of the knife against
my neck.
Hot tears rolling down
my face,
crying, pleading for
mercy.
I looked into the eyes
I thought I knew.
Those eyes that once held
love and compassion now,
hold hate and rage.
My heart and trust
betrayed by my
only love.

Friday, January 28, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: murder,trust
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