On that night,
she wanted to give up on life,her problems were piled up and seemed never-ending.
He came,took her hand
held her against the wall,
held her cheeks and wiped her tears.
he bent down to her face,so close until he kissed her so passionately that time had to stop for a while.
Days later.
On this night,she was remorseful.
she felt guilty for believing in him.
she saw her life being taken away from her in front of her eyes.
this time,instead of loving her
he murdered her with only some few words.
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The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
