First love, first time a blade got thrown into her heart.

by Dieing   Jun 8, 2005


Once upon a time,
There were people with happy lives,
Until some died,
And now all of these people cry,
Wondering what happened,
While staring into space,
Begging the deceased to appear,
To feel them near,
One of these people found happiness,
Just from a man who did something as little as wipe a tear off her face,
This girl left the others
To join this strange person,
All because he was the only one that cared,
She would face all the trouble she would have to,
To hear his laugh,
To see his smile,
To see his perfect face,
Things were good she was happy again,
Until that day when she shed her final tears,
She heard his laugh and ran near,
To see him loving another,
Acting like she was fine,
But only for so long,
She went back to her friends,
To see them happy,
She didn't belong at all,
Running away,
With only her blade,
This was the last time she was seen,
And yet her last words were,
'I love you..
And always will...'

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