JT (12-20-1993 / Alone forever)


As the blood trickles down my arm
I think of you.

I think of all the harm
and pain I put you through.

I think of how much I hurt
and how much I loved you.

I’m slipping away now
the pain was too much.

I lie there cold
not young but not old.

User Rating: 5,0 / 5 ( 1 votes ) 1

Other poems of THOMPSON (174)

Comments (1)

Beautiful personification