I'll run through the forest,
To try to escape your face,
Your beautiful eyes and the way they enchant me.
Your flurorestent smile and the way you laugh.
The way you held me the entire night,
when my world crashed,
by the sound of a single bullet, colliding with your skin.
The blood on my shirt remains for eternity,
just as you will, inside of me.
I will place a dozen roses on your grave, and never leave you again my love,
for tonight, underneth sweet selena, and the twinkling stars,
I take my life, with your soul, slowly guiding mine.
I lay this rose on your chest, just before you take your last breath.
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Sometimes I wonder if the shadowy figure you're in love with isn't death itself.
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