#englishconnection

As the nights become long,

my time becomes short.

As words have their antonyms

as well as their synonyms.

When I’m lost in the dark,

You serve as my light.

When to everyone I am nothing

but to you I am something.

Even if all you’ve given me is hate

I will keep on giving you my love;

Even though we have a lot of differences

I stared at her.

She was beautiful.

She was gorgeous.

She was lovely.

She was.

Now, her long, silky, auburn hair was cut into random lengths, tangled in knots, scattered and floating on her own blood pool.

Her round, majestic blue eyes was drained into a ball of pure white and death. Blacks and reds were oozing out of her sockets.

Her kissable posh pink lips turned to a cut out. Her whole mouth was missing, and the ugly hole left in her face became a garbage bin of used condoms and expired pills.

Her flawless, glowing skin, now pale and starting to green of decay. Large slashes and deep bruises scarred every part of her.

She was beautiful.

She was gorgeous.

She was lovely.

She was.