The Tale of His Heart

As she walked up the stairs she knew what she would see,

Her love was in the arms of another,

How could he?

The knife was tucked away in her sleeve,

She walked in as if nothing was wrong,

As he began to explain she saw red,

The storm raged on outside,

She looked around confused.

The thunder boomed as the lightening lit the room,

The crack in the window leaked cold air and rain,

“What have I done?” she kept saying as she paced the room,

Blood dripped from her hand,

The knife made a small thud as it stuck into the wood floor,

His body lay lifeless on the couch,

All she wanted was his love,

Why couldn’t he give it to her?

He was dead, her love was gone,

All she ever wanted was his heart,

So she took it,

As the cops entered the house she cried,

“His heart, his heart, it’s all I wanted!”

Now she sits alone with a heart of stone,

Never loving again,

The only words she speaks is his heart