Friday, 4 July 2014

The End, Maybe

Slowly she walks away from the music
Her life lost in beats of anguish
She isn't going to dance again
Her feathers been plucked by him
She will remember the last moment
Forever it will run down her spine
Remind her of the cruelty spent
In killing her faith from love's divine
How he laughed the night before
How she held him tight so long
Long after he had left her alone
But then it was all over
She let the music on to calm her down
Until the raging fury struck her now
Now as he lay in a pool of bed
She reminds herself-'it was meant to be, this is the end, or maybe...'