The Grim Reaper’s Touch


watch the tears flow,
they run down her face,
watch her eyes close tight,
as her heart begins to retrace,
that night of the fight,
when she saw another side,
the "man of her dreams,"
well that night...that man died,
and a new man was born,
she looked into his eyes,
a man who hid the truth,
behind those beautiful lies,
love was her goal,
but death was his game,
to destroy a mending heart,
Grim was his name,
she thinks he's out to get her,
but it's really to show her soul,
that before she loves again,
she must reach her life's goal,
set aside the love books,
and pick up the pace,
even though life's not timed,
she's still losing the race,
focus on your dreams,
the love will come in time,
Grim had to touch her heart,
to set straight her blocked mind.

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