Hurt, Pain, Regrets

Death

I saw the hope drain from her eyes.
I saw her hand drop by her side.
I saw the color of her cheeks
run down her chest, craving a beat.
I saw her life slip between her lips
that were once so full and so pink.
but they're so still and turning so blue.
I touched her skin;
I felt a frost crawl up my arm
and froze my delicate heart.
I still want to hear the music of her heart
that beated behind that cage of hers.
but it's just so tired
and tried so hard to fix her.
but I want to hear
the drumming in her chest.
I want to hear
the voice behind her lips.
But she reached for a gasp
with horror on her face.
she whispered regrets,
and accepted her fate.
with a cut so deep
it ruined her story.