Picture-a-Poem

The party ran late- The night has a bite to it- They must hurry home- Holding hands,they run- Following the narrow path- The hour grows late- They pick up their pace- They see a shortcut ahead- The path through the woods- The quickest way home- Is the woods truly haunted? No, it is nonsense- They bravely go in- The  woods seem much too quiet- Not a single sound- Snow under their boots- Icicles hang from  branches- Simply breathtaking- It all looks the same- They become hopelessly lost- They start to worry- Something made a sound- Their senses on high alert- They strain to listen- There it is again- A soft voice mixed with the wind- Barely a w

you carved your name into my heart nothing was able to pull us apart we live through sickness i lived through sickness but to you i wasnt the same you tattooed your name to my heart it couldnt be removed but the way you left me proved that i was nothing but a fool a fool of love you were my fallen angel you stapled the forbbiden love note to my heart i tried to pry it away but it held so firm it hurt it raged me when you burned it with a last kiss i tattooed myself to your heart but somehow you erased it