Lost Love
By: Stacie aka Demon
Standing above a lone grave is a man. The man appears to be about 6’6”. He has short brown hair. His bangs cover his eyes. His skin is a light tan. He has on a pair of tripp pants with chains and spikes all over them. He has on a black shirt and in red writing on the shirt it says “You laugh cuz I cry. I cry cuz she died.” He has a pair of skater shoes on. He turns from the grave. He brushes his bangs away to reveal dark brown almost black eyes. As he moved his bangs aside you could see on his arm he has a cross. This cross has on it and angle. It’s a fallen angle with blood red wings. This angel has on a white dress turning blood red from a slash on her stomach. A look of pure pain in this angles bright blue eyes. Her hair is a blonde color reaching down past her feet. The man, looking about 17, drops a blood rose on the grave along with a pure white one, then walks away. A single tear falling down his cheek. As he speaks his voice breaks like it hasn’t been used in awhile. “Damn it b***h I told you not to move when he shot.” His tears now free fall. “I was suppose to die not you. Not you and our unborn child.”
(yes i really did write this im really bored so im posting things to try to be unbored XD)
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