That Night

August 21, 2009
By wolfblade SILVER, Mississauga, Other
wolfblade SILVER, Mississauga, Other
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Leaving you alone,

to cry the night away.

Not regretting,

not wondering as to why,

you let the crimson shade,

escape your fragile wrists.

The wind blows strong,

through your open window,

driving my senses wild,

as your scent intoxicates me.

In denial I stay,

as I tell myself,

it was not my fault.

Thinking to myself,

your embrace,

your kiss,

your smile,

are all things I would experience,

no longer.

Alone I sit in your room,

surrounded by everything,

but you.

Tears fall from my confused eyes,

as I look at the wall,

trying not to wonder why,

trying not to regret,

leaving you alone to cry,

that night.

The embrace I refused to give,

the kiss I refused to share,

the smile I refused to see.

All things I gave up,

not thinking that night,

would be the final night,

I ever see you.

Breaking up with you,

wasn’t something I wanted.

Killing you,

wasn”t something,

that should have happened.

The wind blows strong,

with the scent of my betrayal,

mixed with the scent of,

that beautiful crimson shade,

that left your veins that night.

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