Her Love

It was a cold, dark and difficult Wednesday

night;

I was walking through a lonely street beneath

the moonlight:

I can't stop thinking of her for a thousand times,

When I'm about to feel that her love is just a lie.

The tears were falling when we broke up only

yesterday,

Yet I still went to her house to tell the last

goodbye.

And I can't believe that our love has its end,

We loosened the tie and we just turned up on

pretending.

After a few minutes...

As I was standing one step apart from her door,

I found something yet I didn't mind it at all;

Still I walked forward and once opened her

house,

And there I saw something that really brought

me down.

I found her lying in front of me on her own

blood;

With a knife on her hand and a letter of her

love.

It was a sorrowful moment I could never ever

forget to see,

When that letter was telling that she killed

herself because of me.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012