Pain dies quicker than love, they say
as I held your hand as your
heart stopped
and took your last breath
into my mouth
my pierced lips clamped over yours,
red meeting blue, blending into purple
colours mixed by artless hands
a shadow on a grainy photograph
the last image of our love
prised from my fist
pain dies quicker than love, they say
and I loved you too much
to care
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:00 PM UTC
Pain dies quicker than love, they say
as I held your hand as your
heart stopped
and took your last breath
into my mouth
my pierced lips clamped over yours,
red meeting blue, blending into purple
colours mixed by artless hands
a shadow on a grainy photograph
the last image of our love
prised from my fist
pain dies quicker than love, they say
and I loved you too much
to care
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