The blood drips from her wound,her heart slows as she wispers some thing you can not hear.Now there she lies,on the battle field, never to say anoughther word , or to hold anoughther hand, there she lays,...almost dead...emo
We must move on at some point in our lives, for I have but i will not forget the events that took place in my life. She will always be remembered but not forgotten. Yet I am foolish enough to think that she will ever come back.
And when the time comes I will look death in the face and tell him to bring it on.