Collection of My Mini Works

last forever

If forever could last, I'd deem her my bride. Oh, how beautiful she'd look standing at my side. Her red lip smile would brighten any room, but I know it would fade just as soon. I could comb the back of her hair, then let it gently brush against my cheek. But I couldn't bare to watch it wither or grey or fall to my feet. Her fading eyes would find me, even in the toughest of crowd. I'd keep my mouth closed, never calling to her aloud. Her gown once glimmered as the earth kissed its white trail, but now it is dim and tattered and dirty and frail. I'd never admit to her, not once or ever in my life; if forever could last, I'd strike her down with my knife.