The Walking Melody

28 - Strawberry

She loved pink
so I brought her strawberry...

Thought she loved sweets
like some little fairy...

But she rejected my gift
without a second thought

Her one move was
enough to break my heart

Thrusting back at me
whilst crushing the sweet things

Her hate pierced though me
as if some ugly dart

I'm here now,
guilty charged

why did I ever do things
she didn't deserve?

What for were all those words
that I promised to her?

Now my hands are died in red,
I don't know what was all of it for...?

Her sharp nails had slitted this little thing
It now was crimson red- what once used to be pink...

❝ Maybe if he hadn't told her his hidden secret ❞
❝ The poor thing might have been her dessert ❞

-- I really enjoyed writing this one. :)

This is about when someone rejects your feelings for some reason, a friend or a loved one, it still hurts... So much that you want to cut your wrists, scratch yourself, and do what not... The poor thing "strawberry" is like the wrists. The pulse in it continues as long as the poor thing was loved. But when it was smashed into his hands, the situation became uglier. And the true nature of the sweet thing came into view...