Love you till the end
Lying on the floor
he was still,
Still like a leaf
floating over a naive lake,
With everything else right on its place,
Lies a knife beside,
With a red hairline on its blade,
None heard him scream
for his life,
He already did it enough when was alive,
A white piece of paper
Crushed between his left hand fist,
Still holding it tight
as if it’s all that matters,
More than his life
Paper was stainless
It contained a man’s lastwords
With a smudgy handwritting
blurred with tears it read
“I will always love you”
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