i slid the blade softly,
watching it glide through her back
blood slipped like velvet snakes,
trickling down her smooth pale skin
shrieks shatter her throat as she wails out in agony
there laid the blade,
dripping in her blood
i had to do it;
for she Was my love.
YOU ARE READING
for she was my love
PoetryThis is just a short poem i made because i couldn't sleep. Honestly i'm not expecting anyone to even see this, in fact i only downloaded this app a few minutes ago and decided to throw together this poem. Yes, i know it's a mess - a beautiful mess :...
