Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

His Eyes are red,
Mind is dead,
No wonder he is blind.

His heart was shot,
It's long past rot,
He is no longer kind.

His steps are slow,
Emotions won't show,
He has been zombified.

She was sweet as a dove,
She had so much love,
Why was it his that she defied?

A loaded gun she held,
When metaphorical bullets repelled,
She left him to surely die.

With him black and blue,
She gave not a clue,
Not one reason why.