Poem

by: xXforgotten_angelXx | View Questions

Stab my heart in hopes I die,
'tis the truth i do not lie,
as the sharp blade pierces my chest,
I prepare for eternal rest,
and close my eyes as my heartbeat slows,
I feel the warm blood as it flows,
and upon my final breath,
I whisper your name just before my death.

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