Yes he was always behind me .........
Thought with a knife in his hands which was buried six inches in my back.....
He said he was sorry for stabbing me but while twisting the knife...
He twisted it so deep and hard that I was oozing out nothing but love for him which was running through my veins....
And My now wounded heart had enough, it was not able to take it anymore cause once it was only beating for him.....
I was laying their dead in a pool of red but also I was happy somewhere cause red was his favourite colour......
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Mind of heart
PoetrySNEAK PEEK "Yes he was always behind me... Thought with a knife in his hands which was buried six inches in my back" "The clock tickles, time folds a story of love once bright now old" "Love that once lived, but now is dead Just like the rose th...
