She Was She Is

another poem by me!

She Was She Is

 

 

She was soft she was kind….

Her eyes danced with life….

And her body glowed with warmth…

 

She was life at its fullest…

From her softest touch to the unspoken word...

Her milky voice always hung like a sweet perfume….

 

But someone had to change the life…

All life ends but none as tragically as her…

She was life without a doubt…

 

But that one moment her dancing eyes….

Became a dark pathway to a hunting starving darkness….

Her body became secluded and cold frozen to the touch…

 

Her life became smothered by a darkness no person could control…

Her milky voice became a cold whip that lashed with the quickest of ease…

She no longer dazzled with life remembered…

 

No she once was life….

But somebody changed that….and now she’s known as death.