Last Talk
A tiny little drop escaped her eye,
As she finished the last sentence on her suicide note,
The tear wasn't the first shed,
There lied an ocean formed by her sinking boat,
She talked about her family,
She talked about her friends,
And how the latter helped her more,
And the other the reason to this end,
She talked about the beauty of love,
And how she never really got to embrace it,
And how she hoped she was strong,
Once again to face it.
