Beautiful Poetry

Nightfall on the deserted New York streets,/ A place where a collision of life and death meets/ Behind the dark alley,/ A cry is heard/ But no-one did hear it,/ No human, not even a bird/ The clock is ticking midnight,/ It's cold and it's wet/ A shadow of fallen lovers,/ A dying image you cannot forget/ The cold floor is stained in red,/ A puddle of blood where she lies/ Her entire life/ Is passing before her eyes,/ She gains consciousness,/ A single unshed tear/ She can't feel anything,/ The numbing pain and fear/ Next to her bloody body,/ Her lover silently looks at the stars/ His wounds and torn scars/ Yearn for the touch of rain/ His eyes are closing slowly,/ And then he opens them again/ But his wish stays ungranted/ As the sky is black with no cloud/ The girl's heart is weakly beating,/ The truth is there out loud/ Someone robbed them/ And hurt them both/ The girl could have been dead,/ If the boy didn't save her life/ But his last words are piercing,/ Tearing her soul like a knife/ Although I tried to save you,/ We are still to die/ It is God's will,/ Baby, please don't cry/ We are in His hands now,/ He'll do as he please/ Sarah, I want to kiss you,/ Her he pain tries to ease/ Sarah is weak,/ Her stomach is torn/ She cries for one reason only,/ Her little baby that will never be born/ Sarah, the boy whispers/ Are you dead?/ But Sarah's eyes are fixed at the sky,/ Her mind rejects what he just said/ Now her baby's dead,/ Cuz of the shortcut they took/We'll get faster to the doctor,/ The boy said, the oldest trick in the book/ She would have given/ Her life for the baby to live/ Now the baby's dead,/ And she had no life to give/ Never did she expect to die at sixteen,/ She held the future in her hand/ Now she stopped breathing,/ Thinking of her baby, her life will end...