he reads her note, tears falling down.
blood on the floor, things thrown around.
why hadn't she told him, before she ended her life.
he could have helped her, unbloodied the knife.
but she chose to hide, the things she felt.
now the cards and been shuffled, the hands been dealt.
and he can't find a way, to make up for his loss.
on the desk lays her picture, in his hand lays her cross.
holding so tightly, that blood starts to come.
thinking back on the things he wishes undone.
he hurt the only person, he ever truely loved,
if he'd never lied, and never shoved,
maybe he have her, till death do them part,
but he broke her soul, he broke her heart.
grabbing her picture, he would into the night,
his heart starts to race as he steps into light.
guided by sadness, remourse and regret.
another tragic case, of romeo and juliet.