She stabbed me
and left me on my knee,
blood ozing on the floor
her figure demising at the door
pain reading on my face
her strides increasing in pace.

And I was left with one thought
Sailing like asinking boat;

The thought of her eyes
that lied she was nice.
And the smile on her face
that made me adore her with grace.

Sweet anne
I came to learn
I should love the parts of me a lot
because you did not.