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Blood
Blood drips from your wound.
I had you in my arms.
I watch your blood
run down your face.
It got on my t-shirt turning it
red with all of
your blood.
I watch over you that night
but the next moment I could never
see it coming.
Your eyes rolls back and
Your head was all red from
the blood.
I need you til the EMT took
from you from me.
By then it was already
too late for you.
I was last thing you
saw, now I fell like you
watching over me.
-Gene Conner
May 29, 2004
This poem touched me. I have never lost someone I've cared about, but you portrayed very well. You are an excellent writter and I wish you the best...... Megan