Dear God,
haven’t I suffered enough?
Why can’t I stop thinking about her!
That walk, that cold dying smile,
Make it stop !
You know, I believe in true love.
Because when it’s real,
You’ll die a million times looking,
Staring at one stupid damn picture.

A photo of two whom used to be alive.
Not some shadows being pushed through
The unfairness of a passing second.
It all began with two red roses,
And went as far as a remaining one,
You.
Yes, you.