The Death

by Isabella Fuller   Feb 29, 2012


She looked sweet,
asleep forever,
Pale white and cold as ice,
she had no life within.

He looked at her,
Sad, tears coming from his eyes.
He had so many regrets,
If only he could save her,
If only he were dead with her.

She looks so angelic,
It looked so simple,
I could just die, here and now,
Could someone just kill me,
I don't care who.

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