The sound of laughter,
The late nights talking,
The long walks home,
Loving arms around me,
You’re cold hands reaching,
To find mine in the dark,
You said you love me,
Would never leave my side;
Staring at the knife in your hand,
Covered in dripping blood,
How easy it was to slash at flesh
And watch blood pour out,
As you fell Lifeless and cold,
Like you’re hands to the floor.
This poem was written from the heart. I can feel the pain in your words I really enjoyed it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem begins with a sweet tone but ends in sadness.