A Fortunate Tragedy Called Suicide

Standing at your lover's tomb,
Looking towards the sky.
Holding poison to your lips;
Here is the spot you die.

And when you meet your destination
Lust will fill your eyes.
I guess what people say is true,
Alone everyone dies.

Not this does mean again you meet
Once both your hearts stop beating.
As your lips touch hers you wonder,
Can love be deceiving?

Your heart is gone, you cannot feel
The way you thought you did.
You take the poison from your lips
And on it, place the lid.

Then with your final thought of 'yes',
Swig back the fatal drink.
And lay your body next to hers.
Love is worth your life,
You'd think.