She went to write a poem

With blood stained hands

Her fingers where shaking

Leading the pen in dance

Words formed in her head

'Flowers my darling'

A poem of love and hope filled the lines

'In exchange for a kiss'

A year after

The poems she wrote changed

They where still poems of love

But no longer hope

'Lovers under the moon'

Was the first line

'Their story ending far too soon'

Was the last

A year later she was done

Not with love but with life

She wrote her last poem

On the blood stained lines

'This isn't a story of love and hope

Rather a story of loss

The story goes to tell you

How the ending was near

And how she cried her last tear

It will tell you she was done

With life and ready to move on

To heaven and bey-'

The poem was never finished

The story ended to soon

The pages was never seen

Hidden far away

In the depths of her heart