broken hearted
on the floor
skin blushed and brusied
tears welling in her eyes
her blue blue eyes that noone can see
but him
she cries
she cries for every ounce of strength
she does not have
because she gave it away
she gave her blood and tears and now
she lies on the floor brusied
and blushed
this tiny figure of a girl
sits inside my chest
she is my soul
every ounce of breathe and spirit that leaves
her body
is mine
hold still, wait a moment
as her light fades
hers is the final death
but mine i will live through
an empty spot
where she used to be