He saw his own bleeding hands
And understood it was the end.
She waited on the other side,
Nothing but him was on her mind.
"Breathe," he whispered into the void,
And looked up at the angels and humanoids.
She stood up, feeling all his agony,
And she shed tears- honestly.
He wouldn't shout, he wouldn't cry,
Even if it meant he had to die.
She ran towards him, falling of her feet,
Into the fire and the heat.
He thought of her at last,
Wishing for her not to stay in the past.
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Time To Go: A Poetry Collection
PoetryAway we go, to a place we've never been to before. I am flying, and these poems are the feathers on my wings. And it's time to go on adventures. Highest Ranking: 104 in Poetry (Thank you Wattpad!)
