Tuesday, 13 September 2005

First Love
A breif kiss,
a quick embrace
he was gone.
A broken heart,
a tear in the eye.
The sobs come
only as a hiss.
It truely was a sad case.
With dagger sharp
he speared her heart.
Then with a change of face
none could hardly miss,
he did in haste pull
her heart free of him.
She knew her time
to leave him was near.
So with what she had,
she ran.
All that was clear
is her dear,
tore from
her chest, her heart
for a quick kill.

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