An old portrait in the attic
Gathered dust through the years
It became a forgotten relic
A treasure once held dear
Till one day the house was sold
With a portrait framed with gold
Hanging in the forgotten room
A decorative item I'd assume
To them it's just a painting
They don't know the meaning
And behind the whole story
Is someone who fell from glory
She's given up almost everything
To be with the man she loved
Soon after came the suffering
To a woman so beloved
She would have given up her life
So this man would survive
Betrayed by love once again
Was enough to drive her insane
Enraged by his sudden change
To her it wasn't at all strange
She's played this part before
And she won't take it no more
To give up everything for love
But in the end it wasn't enough
Outraged by this insanity
Never again she'll let it be
To his dismay she took a gun
Than she fired one...
Two... till the magazine was empty
This the only way he'd be free
©lenni-x
L