AN: This is a bit of a preview of a short story I am trying to bang out.
Ashes fell from the sky, that night the angels died.
Charred remains of feathers, floated through the air.
The heavens were ablaze, as I watched my love die.
Forsaken for our love, shamed from our tender embrace.
Our parents could not bare to see us, they said they were ashamed.
I don't understand how love could cause so much hate.
That night they found us in our haven, I remember only the rain,
And the sound of his voice, as he cried out to me in pain.
I remember blood on pavement and the sound of broken bones.
Your cries will forever ring in my ears.
This pain I cannot extinguish.
I remember the rain, as if the heavens were crying for us.
I whispered that I loved you as they thrust a knife into my back.
Thirteen times they stabbed me before the cops showed up.
Thirteen times and still I held your body in my arms,
Willing the life back into you, as mine bled out.
They say its a miracle I survived that night.
As if I want to live without you.
No one understands.
They say it is better this way.
That I should move on.
They do not understand that I love you like a body needs to breathe.
Without you the air is stale and lifeless; colors are dull.
My world has turned grey without you here to brighten it.