Beautiful

Shaking hands know no sorrow
There is never a promised tomorrow
The blade moves across the skin
Nothing is a better win
Close your eyes and take a breath
I can't see a sweeter death
Worry spreads across your face
Your skin feels soft like lace
Slowly I can feel the blade
I've never been a darker shade
Even in the dark of night
You are always such a beautiful sight.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Shaking hands know no sorrow
There is never a promised tomorrow ...
My faves in this nice well penned poem...:)

[Tay]

Thank you, means a lot.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)