I wept for your killer and left flowers at their grave.
If someone told me it's impossible to love the sinner,
As much as the victim,
I'd tell them they're wrong.
Because when I saw your body sprawled across the bedroom floor,
With cold toes and fingers,
Wearing scars instead of jewels,
With a bullet through your head,
Clasping a note that read:
"Another murder found dead"
You were still pretty damned lovely.
~AKR~
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Sad Poems
Poetrya variety of losses, regrets, and depression wrapped into a mess of a poem book started: 04.29.15 completed: 06.24.19 a book that has existed almost as long as I have on here. thank you for giving my story a chance (my apologies if some are really c...
