ivy
i looked into his soft eyes
the looked to be made of gold
they made me feel like fire
but behind
the clouded eyes
was death
and regret
he let go of me
as someone approached
i turned around to see
something
thats been haunting my dreams
i felt rage
as the ivy surrounded
my heart and soul
he was my nightmare
yet when I
looked into his black eyes
i felt love
and compassion
like no other time
he killed
my golden eyed boy
and said
in a low tone
'you
are mine
and only mine.
you are my ivy
MY ivy
and no others'
i cried
because death took me
in its arms
as so did
my new love
for i am now
his ivy.
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