Beautiful Sorrow. There she lies In her well worn sheets. Dreaming of days full of passion That are now long gone. The tears that have stained Her silky cheeks, wet her pillow; And drown her heart. Craving for the phone to ring. Anyone, anyone at all. To hear a friendly voice. The front door slams, Maybe someone will call her Out of the dark rooms In which she resides. The bitter sweet memories Reek of pain and sorrow. Her ears strain But yet again, she falls back into her past. Landing with arms wide open Only to be greeted by emptiness. So now she sits on the cold tile floor Waiting for a good reason. Why shouldn't she? The letter is already written. Final goodbyes and explanations. "If they asked, they'd know why" She thinks and laughs. "But why would they? They don't care anyway." And so she stares, blankly, Silently at the knife. Black tears streaming, Streaking her beautiful face For the last time. Her blood mixing with the steam. The water slowly turning rose-red She’s feeling faint now. Quickly, before she’s drained she sketches: "I died for him", on her bathroom wall. Written in the red ink Of her sorrow. Water splashes softly on the floor. Her time has finally come. "Hello? Are you all right?" Someone raps on the door. "Goodbye, my love." Her last faint whisper echoes. A small grin appears Upon her lips. For now she knows he will see. The door flies open, The red water seeping Into the bright white carpet. Screams of horror fill the house. There's the voice she longed to hear. In his arms, he holds her close. She was right, Now he can clearly see the love He let slip away. My beautiful now lies In a bed of stone. Her worn sheets still at home. She’s sleeps now, dear. No more tears. Upon her cold skin The childish grin love graced her with, Is still there. Only now without a trace Of sorrow or fear. Dedicated to Stephi D.