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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Tragedy · #2156053
Was it love or just the rage?
At first, everything was going fine, then the storm started.
Never in my deepest thoughts did I think something like this would happen & to me.
How could such passion of one's heart turn so cold so quickly?
Did he love me? Was it in my mind making me believe there was more then I could see?
I turned around, crippled with pain, I couldn't breathe, now Falling to the floor, a horrific boom.
I woke up, looked around, for I did not know where I was. Turning to look behind me, I realized I was in the old warehouse down the road. Frightened with fear and tears rolling down my cheeks, I let out a meek scream for help.
Though no one could hear my silent plee, I beg please don’t be me. The slamming of a door, startled, anticipation growing.
For it is he, the one I thought my heart had belonged to? Tears in his eyes,I knew something was wrong.
Pulling out a weapon, now braced upon his face. Is this for me, for us, will this be our end? Next thing I know, he was lying there, lifeless, limp, bleeding next to me. Oh why oh why did he, End this pain, no more suffering.
My turn to leave so we as one will now have all eternity.
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