Happy Emo Poem - Not! - fate
His hands smooth and kind,
That could melt away all fear he can find,
We lay there cold; the rain starts to spit,
But still we sit,
I gaze into his lonely eyes,
To cry not he tries,
The blood on the floor,
My life in my eyes; all that I saw,
The last words I hear him say,
‘I love you.’ As I fade away,
I see the gate’
Is this my fate’
‘I love you too’ I state.
by bec
