She sat there all dressed in black.
A single Red Rose lay in her lap.
Tears streaked down her face.
It started to rain.
And the red washed away.
The blood of her broken valentine;
The beauty that once was.
Is now no more.
She left his heart torn.
Laying on the ground.
With her love at her side.
She looks at him and cries,
And watches as the blood seeps through.
The rain has stopped,
And the blood returns.
Her wrists slit.
Her heart with his. |