Written in blood,
fresh from my veins,
dropping like red rain.
My eyes are black like the night sky,
as they whisper deadly lullabies.
Was he my all?
Yes.
Though he ended my life with the three most deadly words;
I love you.
YOU ARE READING
Life As Me </3
PoetryI create poems out of emotions and my poems express how i feel; they arent lies. I love writing.
