She's staring at me with those deadpan eyes
But I feel sorry for her as she cries
The face of this poor girl was stained with blood
She was like a child who played in the mud
Her hand was shaking while she holds the knife
She felt guilty after taking his life
I saw her how she killed her own boyfriend
She stabbed him in the chest for her to end
I know she doesn't need to do that thing
But she did it to stop him from hurting
She knew that loving him was a mistake
But she was a martyr for her love's sake
She smiled back at me when I grinned at her
But I realized that she was my other
A reflection of me in the mirror
I think I need to get her a liquor
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Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
