"Why did you kill him?"
"His eyes promised my death... I had to do it."
But the dagger that she thrust into his chest, with shaky hands,
didn't hit his heart.
And his breath was shallow, but there.
His eyes searched hers and she took his dying body into her arms;
Kissing his wound in regret,
but nothing could take time back.
No tears were shed,
but she remembered that he once said:
"Death shall taste sweet, if it's in your arms."
So she caressed his color drained cheek;
And her lips, stained with clotted blood, finally met his.
But their last kiss was bittersweet;
Sweet to him, who could leave this world in the most beautiful manner;
and bitter to her, who from now on, had to live with the burden.
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| Colors of Humanity |
PoetryMy attempt at describing people, relationships and stories through color related poems. But since blue, red or yellow are so vague, I will get more specific... [Some might be triggering or unsettling] Highest rank: #340 in poetry (6th July, 2016) #3...
