Elle était là…

Personne chutes dans l'amour par choix, il est par hasard. Personne séjours dans l'amour par hasard, il est par le TRAVAIL. Et personne chutes hors de l'amour par hasard, il est par choix

Composition type: Poem
written by: Jeanne Bernice A. Quitoriano
Date: 10/25/2006
Location: Antipolo City
*First posted on Dotaportal.com. See here
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She took a blade from her pocket
Slowly, determined to end it
She slashed across her wrist.

Blood appeared like flowing river
Endless, seemed endless
Colour starts to fade

Her mind went swimming
in the red river of tears
She falls down, still bleeding

He can see his back fading
She calls his name, he never looked back
Thank you... For leaving me...

Coldness starting to cover
blurry ground and sky
"Finally its over" she then closed her eyes

Her soul is now drifting
in a wild red river of tears
Goodbye, cruel world, goodbye

Last breath escaped from her lips
Numbness starting occupy
Wind just passed by, no one cared

This is now what I feel
I hope you know now
I wish you do know what it feels like.

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