JohnCre
Ineverwasstruckbeforethathour
Withlovesosuddenandsosweet.
Herfaceitbloodlikeasweetflower
Andstoleyheartalete.
Myfaceturnedpaleasdeadlypale,
Mylegsrefedtowalkaway,
Andwhenshelooked“WhatuldIail？”
Mylifeandallseedturocy.
Andthenybloodrhedtoyface
Andtookyeyesightquiteaway.
Thetreesandbhesroundthepce
Seedidnightatnoonday.
Iuldnotseeasglethg,
Wordsfroyeyesdidstart;
Theyspokeaschordsdofrothestrg
Andbloodburntroundyheart.
Artflowerstheterschoice?
Islovesbedalwayssnow?
Sheseedtohearysilentvoice
Notlovesappealstoknow.
Ineversawsosweetaface
AsthatIstoodbefore:
Myhearthasleftitsdwellg-pce
Andreturnnoore.