she's really leaving
he thought to himself
he had a heavy heart
a fountain of tears upwelling in his heart
she was leaving with his child
love had been the sweetest in his life
now it had changed to a knife
his eyes are pale
he's been drinking all night
crying through the blue moon
the life full of red colour
had now changed to a dungeon of blue
there at the living room
he stood and all the memories raced back
he had chosen a path
the path of the rope
as he kicked the stool
with him died the hope
©peakynate
P