Three last words, her words good-bye:
I love you, please don’t cry.
Walks out the door, slips from the edge
She’s moving on, unsteady breaths.
Mirror image, breaks in two
A suicide, not fallen through.
A broken heart now torn apart..
Two tales, two lives,
One pain, one strife..
One girl..
Torn.
[One heartbeat….]
Jessy Liz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/torn/
