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i am looking into your eyes

i can see from the distance

myself

giving u your final kiss

then whispering into your ear



a tear rolls down my face as i brush past you

i take a seat to watch you break down and cry before my eyes

i can see myself slitting my wrists with the rose you asked for

smearing my blood on the petals

crimson dripping from the budded rose

i place it at your feet



i arise from the bench to see myself running between a baus and car with no hope of survival

i now lay on the floor coughing up blood

its to late to slollow your pride and say your sorry



i guide my hand to your face wipe away

your fears

we both know its to late

as my eyes gently close i can hear the soft mumbling of your voice

and then i hear it no more