Love That Dies

April 4, 2018

I’m on the ground

Where the rain is slowly washing

My face

I like how it misbehaves

The blood is blending in swirls

With the water on the pavement

The colors are nice

And I feel enticed

At least before I die

I got to see him one last time

Speaking truthful lies

With a gun pointed at my eyes

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