Kevin's Watch

*All poems were created today.

When We Met
When I met you,
I knew,
That I would die.

When I met you,
I knew,
That you would hold the knife that killed me.

When you met me,
You knew,
That you had won.

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The End
O, to feel the sword bite upon my neck.
To feel the pian of cuts on my wrists.
To feel the peace of poison sleep.
To feel the rumble of Death fast approaching.

O, if only I could feel,
Then maybe I could heal.
But no passion stirs within me.
No emotion but hate,
As far as I could see.

Wishing, hoping, praying;
O lord!
To feel upon my neck,
The bite of the sword.

The end, for me, is near,
And there's no one here to hear,
The blood dripping from my veins.
The sobs that stir within me.

The end, for me, is near,
And there's no one here to see,
The fear inside my head.
The glazing of my eyes.

And now I'm dead.
Good-bye.

Ooh... I forgot this one. It's for my friend Tonya, so she can make a point to her boyfriend. (She's 18, btw)

My Love
My love
Has not eyes to
See how much he means to
Me. He is blind to the fact that I
Love him.

Her boyfriend is planning on popping in to read it? It's well written though....

Bravo @ 'When We Met'. Good work.