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one last kiss(short version)

Poetry By: rosalieemo

i cry as blood drips from my fingers i grab the blade and make another cut next to the first

Submitted:Feb 5, 2009    Reads: 119    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   

i cry as blood drips from my finger tips i pick up the blade and make another cut next to

the first the blood comes more quickly this time i think i hit a vien i should stop but i cant

the blood wont end the pain goes on i feel my knees getting weak they collaps out from

under me the door to the bathroom flies open he rushes in and pulls me into his arms

a low cry escapes my lips he sobs loudly im sorry i mouthed my vioce wont work his tears

mix with my blood as if it were a crimson tide pool i lay in his arms as he cries i soon feel my

conciousness slipping i love you i whisper horasly into his ear he pulls me to his chest and

leans his head down for one last kiss


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