Her brown eyes swim with tears,
As her love for him burns.
She tries to let go of all of her fears,
As she tries not to yearn.

She grabs the knife,
Maybe he'll love her when she's gone.
The first cut won't end her life.
She becomes withdrawn.

His derisive laughter fills the room,
As he sees her beauty has fled.
Her blood spreading like red blooms.
Her tears have bled red.