Twenty

seventeen

snow splattered on the

cold hard pavement as

the frozen gust fill

her lungs and heart

don't let me go,
don't let me go

she said, as her

pale, chapped lips

caught an intricate

snowflake that refuse

to melt due to the chill

of her infected blood

don't let me go,
don't let me go

she whispered, as silent

tears ran through her

wilting cheekbones that

were once made of the

fairest roses in her secret

garden of hope and love

don't let me go,
don't let me go

she pleaded, with her

ocean eyes losing its own

lackluster, turning into a

stormy haze of nimbus,

sharing an electric stare

with my own mist of eyes

filled with the saddest and

most painful kind of vapour

don't let me go,
don't let me go

she cried, as her hands

began to quiver its

last touch, its final

statement of farewell,

cupping my chest that

cradled my dying heart

don't let me go,
don't let me go

she mouthed, as her soul

began to fly away with

my dying heart ripped

away from my chest

and delicately nestled in

her now celestial hands

don't let me go,
don't let me go