Red
Her blood spilled red
Proof of the fact that he never cared
On and on she, he led
Her heart grew fat on his lies it fed
The roses he sent her
They were All red
The tears she hoped she'll never shed
Spill like a torrent when she remembers what they both shared
She remembers when she heard
That he who was her beloved
And she hoped to wed
Was thought strange and simply weird
When she questioned
He stabbed her chest and head then fled
On and on she bled
This was a pain she couldn't bear
It wasn't just because he wasn't there
It was the realization of the fact that he never cared how she fared
He who was her beloved and she hoped to wed
Those were her Final thoughts before she dropped dead.
Copyright © Barakat Sheriff | Year Posted 2013
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