Love Hurts

I could feel the wind on my face.

I could hear her voice calling my name.

I could see the moonlight glimmering over her body.

I could taste something bitter on my lips.

I could see myself laying there in a pool of red.

I could feel my heart being pulled from my chest.

My love

My reason for living

My strength

My weakness

My killer of a loving heart

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