Her Red Vase

In a corner, a red vase waits,

Once filled with flowers, now it’s too late

Cursed with whispers of love turned to dread,

A story of hearts that once brightly bled.

Roses now fade, their colors so dim,

A heart that was warm now feels cold and grim.

Pretty to look at, yet filled with a sigh,

In that red vase, lost dreams quietly lie.

Once it had laughter, sweet songs in the air,

Now echoes of heartbreak linger everywhere.

What once brought joy now carries a curse,

A tale of romance, for better or worse.

Though beauty remains, darkness clings tight,

In this little vessel, both day and night.

Handle with care, for love's fragile stake,

In the cursed red vase, the heart may still break.