The past..
By thewritegurl
A lone tear slips down blood stained cheeks She’s done it this time She’s killed him He lies there cold Her hands covered in his blood His eyes look up in fear It’s a final expression She feels a wash of relief Her hands whipe the tear As she realizes her flaw She wakes up suddenly Broken into a cold sweat Her enemy still lives For he is her past. © on May 26 2001 03:21 PM PST, Nicole 0 • 1
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"A lone tear..."