a crimson rose
clutched tight at hand
the thorns biting deep
brining forth drops of life
a girl on bended knee
with hand upon the trigger
barrel pointed at her temple
the note she wrote
laid out in front
slowly she lets it all go
BANG
the gun falls upon the carpet
her body slumped against the closet door
the rose dripping it's color
the note that was written
splattered with blood
penned by a wavering hand
stained by tears
sealed with one last kiss
was her good-bye
to him
and their
lost love
