The Last Dance

One of my best poems

Holding her like she was his own

One last time to dance, he had sworn

Never once did his eyes slid off her

While dancing and holding the still and white form of hers

Her dress blowed around her

Swirling in a pattern that made him shiver

Her skin was ice cold where it me

Her eyes were closed as if relishing that moment

He continued to move in baseless circles

Continued to hold her even if she showed no motion

Silently he watched her peaceful face

Tears dropping down his anguished face

Finally he did what he came for

Laid her beside him on the soft green grass, all the while holding her

Looked at her unbreathing for the longest time and removed the gun

Kissed her cold lips and let his eyes go red and blank at once..

Author's Note

Will be glad to get reviews :)

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

The ending caught me by surprise wow!!. This is a very nice poem my friend :)

[xDalliance]

Thank you so much :) Even this was a sudden turn for me. I wasn't really gonna end it like that but then I guess this is a much better ending!

[Vidya Bacchus]

Sometimes you start of writing one thing and end up a totally different place.You are most welcome :)

[Simran Kewlani]

Yes Vidya, agreed. Just like I did in The warrior.

[Vidya Bacchus]

"Cowbor got wood" my poem was supposed to be a love poem umm it didn't turn out that way though lol

[xDalliance]

I'm totally fangirling every poem of yours Vidya :D

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ohhh thank you hunny :)You are a really good writer so don't let anyone tell you different :)