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Creaking of the floor boards As it closes in She begin to shed tears Grabbing her flashlight She runs from the room Fearing her doom
By Christiana Strauss6 years ago in Poets
Blood on the floor Can battle no more The stench of death The bodies torn This is real This is war Sword drawn Catching a breath
Darkness even with open eyes Voices in his head Disturbing him Hands shaking Laughter getting louder Gripping the blade
The flap of its wings The sound of its song The joy it brings With the song it sings along It lands on a limb As light as air
"Don't let me go! I can't breathe Please my love, Save me." Her bare feet hit the tile floor Her rapid breathing is heard
Lips to the bottle One more drink While leaning over the sink Giving me time to think I lost it all I missed him A faded memory
Open your mouth Speak Don’t be afraid To make a mistake For you have a voice Be loud If it’s a whisper Get louder Speak up
"I cant hear myself think This can't be real Hold me close my love It's our souls they will not steal" Heart beating loud
A smile on the lips Of the girl that he kissed Yet he felt nothing He held her hand for a moment And said You are not the one
There once was a girl So true and fair There was once a boy Who couldn’t help but stare He tried to get her attention He tried to impress her