I Like This One, Kinda

and as i lay awake i wonder
of how the past has gone
and think and dream in shadow
of lovers long forgone
i sit up at my bedside
and give one final glance
upon the forlorn ballroom scene
upon which we had danced
and then upon the knife i stare
with haunting loving fateful glare
that knife that took your life now mine
that came to be of our love a sign
i took it then and plunged it deep
into my heart and then did weep
for lovers know as lovers do
and lovers always through and through
that they would kill and die and dance
but for a final longing glance
and one that lasts for those looks will
upon that faded windowsill
where pictures lay of lovers there
now both are gone, the sill now bare
but all shall come to share their sorrow
and love again until tomorrow