Unberable Beauty In Black

She wanders through the corridors, each and everyday carrying a single rose, for the love that's gone away her face is muffled by a veil, that only she can hide and her secrets all concealed, nothing to confide. Her perfume is masked with guilt, what must she confess of course he must have loved her, or at least loved "her" the best She sits beside the window, the curtains tightly closed and mumbles beneath her breath, and clinches tight the rose. She stands to see the painting, perfect on the wall the only man she ever loved, who never loved at all She jerked it from its rigid hook, and turned to walk away shards of glass and memories, to lay there on display. She cries her self to sleep at night, and walks the halls by day for in her heart is the part, that will never go away bittersweet is the love song, that soured with the time to pop the cork on love unsworn, must have felt divine. She often curses his name, and what she had to do why did he, think that she, would never get the clue So now as she sits cursed, there is no turning back only to be known, as the unbearable beauty in black.