Assuming the metallic taste of blood has dried her mouth, I bring her water to make it better. Whoever has done this will pay; It was my job to protect her... I should pay, I should pay whatever.
So little, fragile, frail, weak, it only too seconds for her to suffer. 1,2,3 blink, she's on the floor and me at her side, never blink, especially if you love her.
As I aided to her well being they took her crown of bones. She cried... I cried.
White roses, ashes, ashes, my little princess left me alone and died.
I had no choice but to follow her, I promised her that night. So 1,2,3 blink.
I joined my skeleton princess in the afterlife.
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
