All the tears that shed from her soft eyes.
Always shed for him.
All the smiles that spread across her lips.
Always spread for him..
All the pain that she felt.
Always hurt for him.
All the thoughts that passed her mind.
Always were for him.
All the songs she ever wrote.
Always were for him.
All the poems she ever wrote.
Always were for him.
But now she�s dead, and he feels her pain that she once felt.
He now regrets stop loving her,
and because of it she kept her knife.
And one lonely night she was alone with the knife,
after he had told her he didnâdidlove her.
So she had her knife,
and took her own life.
And then he called to say he realized he would die without her love,
when her answering machine picked up and said,
�I can�t live without your love, baby..�
He rushed to her house and found her drenched within her crimson blood.
He then left, and till that day he has felt her pain.
And now,
he took his own dear life to be with his sweet love.