Seventeen
My poor boy, he looked so
G u I l t y,
H o r r I f I e d,
D I s g u s t e d,
At what he had them do to me
And as I died, I somehow knew that the
Feeling of his soft hands gripping my limbs
Would rage through my soul,
even after my death.
And I smiled his smile.
Because my last thought was
Now he must know that he loves me
As my eyes began to dim
And my heart began to
S l o w
Down
Until nothing could be heard.
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Love Potion
Poetryhe had a crush on this boy and it excited him. he was going to make him to fall in l o v e with him. even if it killed him. he didn't mean it literally, but the world has a funny way of mixing things up.
