My hands,
Ice cold,
As I kneel here,
At the grave I made,
The pain coming quickly.
Tears,
Like an old friend,
Who is never far away,
When it’s my turn to cry.
Snow falling gently,
My tattered body going numb,
He getting closer and closer.
An ache in my back,
From where my wings once were,
Where they have been ripped off,
As an act of hate.
My beast is gone,
Him being nothing but a memory…
SILENCE!
He’s near…
** For now this is the end. I am not too sure if im going to continue it, this "story" has been going on for 5 years. If anyone wants me to continue it, i will. All you gotta do is let me know :)
xoxo Tay Tay**
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Beast Poems
PoetryA beast who is alone, never thought he would find love, until one day an angel came to him. Thier story in a poem of how a beast who is feared was saved by an angel. **completed for now, unless someone thinks I should continue the "story"**
