The Lady of Death and LoveA Poem by Lindsay.
Black hair Against the white, white snow Blue eyes, staring Where? No one knows Pale skin Crimson lips In a dead winter night, For her the cold no longer nips Blood pours from her chest Turning the white snow red The worst thing that could happen in life She no longer has to dread This is what happens When love runs away She died with a gun and a broken heart If only he had stayed. © 2008 Lindsay. |
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Added on February 16, 2008 |