It ended, before it began,
No kiss, no touch of a hand.
An empty promise of love,
Her heart disposed of.

He walked away, with hardly a word,
Her cries, he never heard.
But would he even really care,
Would her tears fall upon open air?

He doesn’t know what he lost,
When her love he tossed.
For him, she would have done anything,
For her it wasn’t just a fling.

A love so deep, but then gone,
Forgotten, and now withdrawn.
She cries, as she takes the knife,
And brings an end to her unhappy life.

©2008 Janice Jarnagin