"Please, it hurts"..she croaked weakly..
Tears streamed down her face as she sobbed silently..
It was an unknown fear that now had set in..
A darkness that was slowly creeping within..
The pain within her ached for comfort..
Each prayer that came from the slashes begged to be answered..
Each tremor of the hand longed for it to be held...
Each call of love was implored endlessly to be felt...
She realised it was love that made her broken heart painfully weep..
Cause it was love that dug her grave six feet deep..
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Whispers Of The Dark : (A Set Of Poems)
PoetryIt hides within masked happiness... And just when the night cloaks in... It seeps out and draws you in... (Just a set of poems, hope everyone enjoys it!)
