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He comes home from work one day,
Just to find his lover has gone away.
He spies a letter explaining her lifes tragic end.
All in her uncut hand.
He approached the bed with tears in his eyes....
He couldnt help but cry.
As he sat by her side,
And whipped away his love strucken tears,
He started to think.
He thought about how beautiful she looked...
Except for the blood and the stagger marks.
She wore her wedding gown to be used for that same very night...
Her hair done up to the best of extents.
And her make~up on.. for no regret.
To top it all off... she had the perfect shoes to match it all.
As he starts to open her suicide letter...
He see's the handwriting is shakey,
And Its a little bit smudged,
From the tear drops that fell,
And her adrenaline rush.
He watched her blood as it dripped off of her cut hand,
As it form a pool of blood down below.
He looked at her bruises and scraps from the night before,
When they had sought out a fight.
And when she fell.
He didnt think the words that were thrown effected her so.
He slept on the couch that night...
Gone in the morning before she even awoke...
He thought they would have there wedding without a doubt.
They were in love,
Now he doesn't know what to do.
The neighbors have already called the police.
And he cant live without her.
He watches her cold blood drip one more time,
The Knife she used is on the bed side table...
He lays right besides her...
As if he was posed as well,
He cuts himself just as she did.
Just as he does so,
The police come through the door only to find to lovers locked in a trance.
Bound by one letter...
He pries the letter from the dead mans hands..
Only to find the handwriting shakey,
And alittle bit smudged.