Gone
I killed her.
Her smile gone.
Her skin pale.
Her eyes a void of darkness.
The knife-in my hands.
Covered in tears:
Lies
And
Fake promises.
Her heart gone; her hope lost.
Her trust forgotten.
She gave me her love.
Which I broke into pieces.
Yet-I still awaited a refund.
Copyright © Agata Bor | Year Posted 2019
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