JINAN

Just seeing how well things go . . .

We were young , wild & free.

Our encounter inceptioned during class but our romance started much faster. His eyes wre red as wild cherries bloom.

His skim pale as winter snow but his stare is what captured me in his madness.

 

Our love wrote rebellon , our kiss spoke poetry.

But what kept us at a straight line was his name

I asked no , begged for his name.

Allas none was uttered

His stare kept giving my skin the chills.

but I fell addiction to the taste.

Allas thats all I rememebered of my

beloved.

 

It was behind the school

the sky was pale as his skin

I stared at his eyes I slowly

shut mine because . . .

blood spattered on mine shirt

I ripped his eye sockets out

his cherry red eyes soon lost it's luster

 

I couldn't help but wonder why the red lustered in mine

 

Author's Note

I know the story looks and acts as a poem. It might not make sense but seep into the madness