AMELIE/SAM
I wanted you
but you lived
but death was something
that i could give.
But i lost you
through fear and pain
of not wanting my enemies
to know how to gain.
But the brave girl,
she brought you back
but our great love
was still off track.
Because my father came,
we couldn't yet
love each other,
and my face was wet
with tears
yet to fall.
But they would.
Wouldn't they all?
As you led, dying
there
blood in your
ginger hair,
you told me you love me
present tense
and then you died
once again.
