Death Is Worse In Black & White Poem by Trenton Davis
Death Is Worse In Black & White
Like An Old Picture,
She Lays On The Bed,
Dying,
In Black & White,
Black, White & Red,
Her Blood,
On The Walls,
On The Bed,
On Me As I Hold Her & Beg her Forgiveness,
She Speaks Her Final Words,
'I Forgive You',
I Start To Cry,
Why Did I Do This,
Why,
I Love Her,
So I Take The Knife,
And Race To Be With Her...
Friday, March 27, 2009
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4/17/2024 11:48:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Its amazing.. Your amazing at writing poems. And thats exactly how I feel about everything