Sparks
sparks
that flew when i met your eyes
haven't died
though your shell has
i still feel so alive
yet i'm so close to death
as your blade
shakes with my hand
as your spirit drifts farther away
and i plunge the dagger
your dagger
into my soft maw
with a quiet sigh
and we are reunited
never again as humans
but in His golden palace
forever will be fulfilled
and perfection is defined
in you
sparks that flew
will never die
even as my life
slowly
drains
away
No, I am not suicidal. I had to write this for English class. This was a poem from Juliet's perspective in Romeo and Juliet. You see?
Haha, what are your thoughts?
Loads of love,
Mandy Kay