Flowers for my Lover

just a poem i wrote

Cold ice hands strangle my lover,
her eyes turn shades of blue and leak out,
oh how pretty!!!
I see her take her last breath
and scream with a gasp as her life blacks out,
death dances upon her lips as snow falls down,
Oh how pretty!!!
Bloody prints lead to the knife,
in my hand,
I wake up from my nightmare
and realize it was real,
I see her sometimes in my dreams,
sometimes on the streets,
her bloody nose and snow that dances on her lips,
her eyes interlocking my,
Oh how pretty

The End

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