I held your frail figure in my arms as you bled out ,
The poison running through your veins with a burning frenzy,
Tears upon tears rushing out uncontrollably
Warm hands upon my cheek; fading warmth
A slow smile forming on blood stained lips.
YOU ARE READING
Sad souls
ŞiirIn this inconsistent world, the only thing keeping me sane are these words I pen on paper •---•---•---•---•---• Poem and prose
