until she got to her target.
Me!!!
How is this even right?
How didn't I see this coming?
The number of her preys grew as the wind blew.
All that to get to me (this is supposed to make me feel special??-twisted)
The battle line was drawn.
She became the green eyed widow.
Her dark long wavy hair suddenly became red.
I guess she traded her heart for her hair.
She looked bat-shit crazy,
But even like this she remains beautiful.
Maybe I am the crazy one,
Nah! I'm just in love (I think).
She came little closer and I let my emotions guide me
and I stood unguarded.
She cut right through my chest,
Found my heart and carefully fed herself.
She loved precious stones(she probably thought my heart was diamond).
I did want to be her treasure but oh well!
I speak to you in pain.
I lay in my own blood which looks good on her by the way.
I'm not going too struggle knowing this is the last I might
perceive of her scent.
This indeed is the beginning of our lives.
Like I said before,
I'm not letting go this time.
I stabbed right where I knew there was no turning back.
I held her still beside me.
Now we'll be together forever.
~Flowers
By: Dahmeewande
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