Sep 10 2012
Shaking Hands
The sun had dipped below the trees,
the blood had stained my skin
His heartbeat weakened in his chest,
his breathing much too thin
My hands combed through his tangled hair –
all comfort I could grant
was one hand on his pretty face
plus love left in my heart.
His eyes seemed to be drifting closed,
I couldn’t let him go
My shaking hands were shaking him,
I felt his heartbeat slow
My screams rose with hysteria,
my voice was much too high.
I started begging him to stay,
His last word was, “Goodbye.”
This post was submitted by pixie.
I love this poem really touched my heart
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