*Okay, Ive change this poem quite a bit from the orginally way i submitted
it because I was really unhappy w/ the way it was*

His face,pale as the midnight moon.
His eyes black as death.
His pain is like that of a broken-hearted dove.
It was like a knife piercing through his chest.
They all laughed and pointed as she turned him down,
But she knew what she had done as she cast one last look over her shoulder.
He thought back and remembered
All the times he had with her, and how she made him feel.
She helped ease the pain caused by the darkest shadows of his past.
But now,
As he thinks back to his past, he shiveres.
And as he takes his last breath,
His eyes, flashing the color of death.
 
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