Tore me to pieces, drank my blood
Ate my heart
I watched myself getting unalive
But all i could watch was you
And That expression on that face
The face, i soo dear adore
That delight, i could die a thousand times
If this was the end i face,
i would do every crime
Is it death i asked
Stepping down those stairs
Why so beautiful am i
Why?? she asked
As she reached for my soul
She felt the words Beautiful once again
The death by her hands
And The death that was once an angel
No words but she knew and so they became one
Even in death i saw her and felt alive again
- Author: Harshit (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 28th, 2024 13:59
- Category: Love
- Views: 15
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