Life, But Ends...

A single flower,
A single life
Trying not
To cross this knife.

A single verse
Of a single song
Three small words
Can go so wrong.

I wrote this note
To say good bye
Trying so hard
Just to not cry.

Everything
Had seemed so right
Nothing was wrong
And all was bright;

But you just stood there,
As my tears were shed
So maybe you'll know
Why this gun's to my head.

A rotting flower
No longer one life
Because of you
My throat crossed this knife.