So Empty

She stares at her reflection
In the dusty mirror of time
She thinks back to the day
When her plans were so sublime

Now she sits in the attic
With nothing but a dream
To have the one she so dearly loves
Returned; his spirit redeemed.

What were once crimson roses,
Are now nothing but black
Why did God steal him from her
She had to get him back

A once glowing pretty face
Had formed an icy glare
Her hollow eyes reflected
All the longing that was there

She stroked an old photograph
Of him and her having so much fun
Realisation kicked in hard
She knew what had to be done

She readily gave her life for love
A new angel had been found
All that was left of her pain and loss
Was a bloodied knife on the ground.

*i know this poem is crap, i dont even know where it came from..i submitted it anywayz*