Leaves swirl in showers,
Like innocence on the break...

I'm afraid to type it in,
this task I know I must...

Shes laying there,
the model for red...

Like a trophy held up high,
he holds you before our eyes...

Tears don't come like they use to.
They use to flow in rivers...

She's got that thing,
A broken smile...

My hands have been holding,
what I am reporting to be...

I imagine her heart.
I imagine the break...

Its unbelievable,
the suit-coat pain...

They didn't have to do it,
complete the devious task...

Sealed within the bliss,
the red rose twist...

Gentle whisps of elegant despair,
hidden like locks of broken tots...