moments past his smile was bright now all that's left is wild,
his fingers turn to claws to rip my heart from where it sits,
moments past his love for me was so unique to exist
his teeth now sharp and glistening, drip hatred to the floor
moments past he held my hand to kiss and to adore
this creature i do recognise i wish it back from where it came,
moments past this man stood before me loving and quite sane.
As anger pass's over he crumbles to the floor,
he reaches out to hold his love
and alls well with the world.
By Mia
Art by Wallace
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