They looked 2 each other to discover who they were, but the other could not have enough to give, to make the other secure...because both of them were broken. So instead they both drown each other, in the blood and pain spilling from the others heart....
(I'm a beginner poet...and I'm not really good at this thing. I would really really LOVE for ppl to tell me how I could word some of this in a more beautiful way.)
They walked together,
And he held her hand.
Her heart bleeding... In Floods.
She reached out,
For his strength to heal her,
But he said, that he had none.
But just his heartbeat next to her
Brought air to her lungs.
They Loved and lived,
But because their love had no faith...
They now they lie...dead at each others sides.
She let out a sobbing laugh...that held all her tears inside.
And as he watched her heart spill,
He saw his whole world come alive.
And there he lived, right before he died.
He spoke to her, sadly...and she replied.
Neither saying a word. But speaking with their eyes.
She asked him silently.
And he smiled at her.
Understanding.
It was his reply.
And it was enough.
Her eyes smiled back, and she knew who she was inside...
Beautiful.
So they shared a kiss.
But it was un-whole...So...
Tragic.
And it all ended with their life's.
"I love you." the both whispered, one last time.
Hand-in-Hand.
Heart-in-Heart.
As they both reached to each other, pressing the knife...deep, inside of the others chest.
Blood came spilling...pouring out, and as they lay there...the pools of blood began to rise...suffocating them both.
So they then shared the kiss. That would be their last.
Lips-to-Lips.
Tongue-to-Tongue.
As they lay lifeless in each others arms.
And then as their last breath faded...Their lips parted...silently.
They both drown in Love's blood that day.
And their soul's songs took flight.
Across the midnight sky.
And it still sings today...In the Field where their dead bodies lay.
Their song is carried over the hills, where their blood was spilled and their souls poured out.
It carries on through the night.
Sweet and Clear.
Broken and Beautiful.
