One single black tear falls from her eye
and she is forced to forget the night he died.
Her tear hit a rose that was black as night
the black turned to blood and took flight.
The blood flowed from heart to heart
and her pain had only begun to start.
She dreamed of the blood and the pain it caused
life is less relevant and, time, only paused.
No longer in the arms of the man she loved
she cut the life and filled the bed with blood.
Her mom didn't cry, or even seem to care.
Her peers all just laughed and went back to their fair.
Some mourners came, "Poor child, it's so sad."
but not one knew why she felt so bad.
Life continued for most in the town,
but I lost a best friend and wrote it all down.
