Disclaimer: Sadly, despite what the rumours say, I do not own Teen Titans.

She's gone

The kiss.
Her voice.
Echoes of moonlight.
The siren's song.
Eyes watching.
Lips touching.
Bodies locked.
The chilly air warm.
Sudden touches.
Hearts beating.
Body delicate like a doll.
No more.

Author's note: A poem I wrote some months ago within a fanfic I was working on and still am. Sort of.
I'll like to hear your views on it. Honest opinions, please.
Thanks.
And now that's done...I'm glad we met. Truly I am. If it wasn't for you, the hemlock would have gone to waste. By all means, have a cookie .