The murder of love

by purplemadness   May 20, 2008


As she slowly but steady ripped his heart out of his chest,
He thought: yes, this is what you do best.
She looked him straight in his eyes, moving only her hand,
Without emotion she was killing him, not thinking of him as a lover or a friend.

The only thing that he found odd,
Is that it seemed to please her not.
A lost pearly tear welled in her eye,
As he was about to die.

She could feel his life did end,
Because his heart stopped beating in her hand.
With a silent cry he fell at her feet,
He died by the one that made him complete.

She looked at the heart still wrapped,
By her fingers this heart was trapped.
The lifeless body on the floor,
Didn't adore her anymore.

She knew what she had thrown away,
The sky was filled with clouds, dark and grey.
As thunder rumbled over her head,
The body got up, it wasn't dead!!!

He looked at her and wept his last tear,
Then he said: Don' be afraid of it, my dear.
No matter how many living hearts may be spilled,
My love for you could never be killed!!!!

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