the knifes stayed, <br />she would risk her life, <br />but it was the only way, <br />to remember her lover, <br />she slit, <br />she cut, <br />she gashed, <br />the knife went deeper, <br />and deeper, <br />but the more pain, <br />the more she loved him, <br />she couldn't stop, <br />she had to do it, <br />for the memory, <br />of her lost love, <br /> <br />she continued, <br />to cut, <br />and to remember, <br />but then she said to herself, <br />is this what he wanted, <br />or me to be free, <br />but it didn't stop her, <br /> <br />after two weeks, <br />twenty cut a day, <br />she fell to the ground, <br />nobody was there, <br />the loss of blood, <br />was to much, <br />she gave in, <br /> <br />two tombs, <br />side by side, <br />same type of poeple, <br />different types of death, <br />she missed him, <br />he was missed by no over, <br /> <br /> <br />this is a sad set of event, <br />never let the same happen to you, <br />or others, <br />spread this around to you freinds, <br />so they can read the story, <br />know what a great life they have, <br />unlike this girl.<br /><br />Harley Morriss<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red-blood-black-tears-part-5/
