Dear Devine Poem by Sandra van Coppenhagen

forgive me
- dear devine
as i wipe an ashen tear
from my bloodstained
cheecks
it was quick
- dear devine
she did not suffer
- much
i lit a Cigarette
as i looked into
her judging lifeless eyes
she begged for death
- dear devine
she begged for life to end
she did not want it
she never felt alive
after she lost him
but why
- dear devine
was i the one to end it
why do her eyes still
haunt my dreams
why won't the blood wash off
why
- dear devine