My arms are open.
My heart is full.
The fire is warm.
The night is young.
The moon is rising.
The stars are silver-white.
The wine, as dark as my intentions.
You look at me and know
that in the end
it’s you
who makes me feel
alive.
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My arms are folded.
My heart is still.
The fire is out.
The night is ending.
The moon is setting.
The silver-white stars blend with the clouds.
The wine, as cold as my flesh.
I look at you and know
that in the end
it’s me who
dies.
BlackQuill 