Eyes fluttered closed,
Last breath through her nose,
Pale blue ghost lips
Mouth the final words,
Hand torn by the thorns of his rose.
I am sorry for my love.
YOU ARE READING
Cujo
PoetryPoems I wrote back when I was obsessed with a boy. I thought they were nice, so I've decided to post them on here. Please alert me of any typos or errors! I hope you enjoy!
