Young Writers Society

He took my breath away.

Bright eyes that shone
even in the darkest of days.
A smile that left a 
cold room feeling warmer.

He took my breath away.

Laughter that shook the
room that once stood silent.
Words wrapped in excitement
each and every time he spoke.

He took my breath away.

A warm embrace with
a body made up of confidence.
Blood pulsing through his 
veins with a true meaning.

He took my breath away.

When his laugh fell silent
on a joke he once loved.
With eyes that kept staring
yet never saw a thing.

He took my breath away.

Whispering of thoughts that
bounced wildly in his mind.
He was breathing yet inside
he felt completely dead.

He took my breath away.

A smile that wasn't complete
across his saddened face.
Tears for all the years he
held his sorrow in closed fists.

He took my breath away.

Lifting up his sleeve
to reveal a scarlet line.
The first of many to appear
across his slender body.

He took my breath away.

Leaving goodbye notes in
shaky cursive as he cried.
Grabbing the metal gun
and pressing it against his temple.

He took my breath away.

Hiding secrets behind saddened 
eyes as he whispered his last goodbye.
Letting his finger pull the trigger and
slumping against the polished wood floor.

He took my breath away.

The sound of a bullet piercing the
silence and alarming those who heard.
Blood spilling onto the floor
in a red velvet puddle.

He took my breath away.

Tears sliding down my eyes
as his own stared off into paradise.
Looking at a crumpled body of a
boy who once stood tall and proud.

He took his own breath away.