i'm getting very subtle. that's like an overused word of mine. i don't own kh just the poem.
Sketch book filled with white paper
Each page containing a picture
Her soft diamond skin
Under my bandaged hands
My touch
Gentle and subtle
Her voice
Quiet and harmonic
Drawing day by day
Time passes slowly
Her room
White as heaven
Her dress
Pure and innocent
Sadness in her heart
Pain in her eyes
No one
As sick as her
Dieing may be the best thing
Endure pain for just a little longer
Of all tears
And of nothing else
Not anything more than a nobody
Or an angel
Feel Reemption
Feel Love
Other things are needed as well
Forget me not
Through the things she never learned
She's something I can't speak
Catonic melody
She sings of
No reflexes, No emotion
Peaceful and calm
Those flow of tears
They will not stop
Her bleeding wounds
They will never heal
Scattered and far-off
Alone but without fear
Okay, right? It wasn't too bad, at least I didn't think it was.
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