Mechanical-Fairy69

Writer’s block has struck again. I walk outside for a cigarette To try and collect my thoughts. As the smoke escapes my lips, All I can think about is you. The way you look, the way you speak. I embrace the images in my head. Then I remember that it’s all the past. You don’t speak to me like that anymore. Tears fight to roll down my cheeks. I race up the stairs to write of my newly found muse, Of all the amazing time we shared And how I wish we still could.

"Pretty as a picture," he says She's falling on the ground "You'll make a beautiful wife someday" As she picks up all her clothes. She puts everything on, feeling ashamed She thinks to herself "I should have fought harder. It shouldn't have been that easy." They're gliding down the stairs together His hand squeezing her wrist. "You tell anybody, darling And I promise you death." She gasps at the idea of death Then considers what just happened She leans in closely and whispers "No need to promise. I'm already dead."