Look into those eyes,
And try to interpret what they see.
Feel a spirit so bright,
I can’t tell whether it’s him or me.
As the dawn of the moment breaks,
I can feel myself start to shake.
So he asks me what is wrong,
And I try to remain strong.
With impetuosity,
I tell him the truth ruthlessly.
To a bench he beckons,
We are there in seconds.
But as we start to chat,
My heart begins to splat.
He pleads that there must be another way,
To fix the problems that I say.
When the bullet dives into his heart,
I can tell this was a bad idea from the start.
He kisses me one last time,
I just wish he could be mine.
Just as he gets up to leave,
I feel myself not able to breath.
So as I look into those eyes,
I know this isn't wise.
Without hesitation,
I force myself to believe this is his destination.
Just as I reach into my purse he hugs me,
And I know I’m his curse.
But without despise,
I reach for my knives.
With a look of surprise,
I see the life leaving his eyes.
Slowly the blood takes over his ****,
And I wonder if I should make a dash.
But instead his body falls to the ground,
And I feel unbound.
I kiss his pale lips as the blood,
Stirs on mine with a hiss.
As I turn to leave,
Finally my slate is now made clean.
Down my cheek resides a tear,
As I reminisce when we were a pair.
I bite my lip as my mind quarrels,
And I question my true morals.
I bend down to the earth,
And I hope I can be re birthed.
The knife slips into me like a glove,
As I think of how he’s above.
Hence I do this for my love,
As my spirit flies up like a dove-