Words of the dead

Cheeks. longing red cheeks. lost. warm.

Blushing. But nothing sworn.

Smiling. But so lost. Again.

The feeling of the end.

Eyes. Emptiness. Nothing left.

He swore this wasn't theft.

Hands. Beautiful hands. Holding tightly.

"Can I have you?" She asked politely.

"No." He said.

Cheeks. Cold cheeks.

"It was always dead." The world smiled.

This burning. Oh, this burning. Is so wild. So wild.

Smiling. But meaning nothing.

The world was always bluffing.

Eyes. Glossy. cold. Heartless.

Our words? Worthless.

"Lets leave this." her voice shook.

"No" He said, letting go.

Her sanity? Was all it took.