Lying on a strange bed with thoughts tumbling askew,
What had she done so wrong, just when love was due.
Crumpled nasty sheets of the bed are bright red,
this was done by a strange lover, she's out of her head.
Unable to understand she curls into a damaged ball,
Droplets of blood are splattered on the entire wall.
What did she do to deserve this evil, tragic demise?
She loved a madman; deceived by his charismatic disguise.
This is a true story about a young woman so desperate to be held, she lost her life needing to believe someone wanted her. Loneliness is a terrible feeling of desperation for some.
5/15/2009
sjo/jazz
Apr 01, 2010 @ 03:19:56
