Crimson roses lay on the silk bed sheets
next to a love letter
covered with blood,
you said your final good byes.....
you said you didn't want
to live without me anymore.
I sat on the edge of the bed and cried,
I went to the bathroom
to wipe my mascara filled face
and found you lying on the floor,
you had cut your throat
with a meat cleaver from the kitchen.
I st on the floor
next to your dead body,
I put your blood soaked head
in my lap.
The crimson roses lie
on the silk bed sheets....
untouched.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Apr.28/2004
This write is not true. Just something I came up with.
